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Mr. TiAmnker was a tailorG
And he Fhad a neon Esign above his DdooCr Bb D
And he Amcooked his meals and he Gtried to sleep
In a Ftwo room shack diErectly behind the DstoCre Bb D
GAbove his dreDsserD#maj7 was a picture of his wife who passed awa-aa-ay
GAnd next to that DthereD waEs a picture of the boy who couldn?t sta-aa-ay
Mr. Tinker was a jealous man
And he never smiled to the people who came to the store
And he envied them for the lifes they lived and the fun they had
And the colorful things they wore
It isn?t easy for a tailor when there?s nothing left to sew
He wishes he could mend his life but then there?s no one left to show
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Mr. Tinker was a tailor
And the tailor has a well respected trade
But who needs Mr. Tinker
When all the suits you buy are already made
by: José Duarte
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