See all those pictures on the wall
The kids when they were young and small
Then they got big and tall
But I'm the same through it all
Watched my nieces and nephews grow
Never gave them any cousins, oh no
Not even an aunt to bring to their home
I'm always the uncle who's all alone
I'm not here to get any sympathy
Don't need to a violin played for me
I made my choices, made my bed
But that doesn't mean their aren't regrets in my head
When it's my turn to go it won't be family sorting through my stuff
Probably some random strangers and a big dump truck
Pack my things and toss them away
And dump me in some anonymous grave
I hope I do it better the next time around
Get this family thing finally off the ground
Was too scared that I'd be no good
Now I know too late that I would
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I've been first and last
Look at how the time goes past.
But I'm all alone at last.
Rolling home to you.
Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true
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