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Old Uncle Bruce Lived On Calliber LN

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I used to think it was that place
Calliber LN.
Which casued all the pain
Come to find out
That wasn't in truce
For it wasn't the place
It was old uncle Bruce
I'd try to sleep
To pass my visit away
Bruce kept talking
Wanting me to stay
Sitting there lonely
That dreary day
The day old uncle Bruce
Passed away
His heart was broken
As well as his soul
That Calliber LN
Sure payed the tole
They blackened its windows
They burned its doors
They sold its furniture
To old furniture stores
The house had done nothing
But lay old uncle Bruce to rest
But to me, I had lived there
And old uncle Bruce dead, was for the best





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