Текст песни с аккордами
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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Mario was a perfect stranger
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Even in the face of danger
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Nobody knew if he’d hang around or turn around and run
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From Heaven to the other side of Hades
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He was attractive to the ladies
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Some said he was an angel and some said he was the Devil’s son
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But if there was a lock on swift salvation
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Mario picked the combination
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Headed for higher ground with real gold in his heart
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And he left a trail no one could trace
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And he told half-truths no one could face
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Deep in the river of his soul, the time had come to part
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There are those who never come home
[Verse 2]
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Maria was the lonely one
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And Mario was the only one
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Who ever meant anything more to her than a fast “how do you do?”
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With a roof over her prayerful head
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And a gun under her feather bed
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She had nightmares every day, and all of them came true
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But changing time and different places
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She found friends and fresher faces
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If she had a memory, she’d locked it in her heart
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Accusations, loaded questions
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Empty thoughts and a few confessions
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Yesterday’s the finish and tomorrow is the start
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There are those who never come home
[Verse 3]
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Angeline carved wooden dreams
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An artist of the world it seems
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A chisel cut her finger off, the one that wore the ring
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And the doctor swore he heard her say
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“It never fit me anyway
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I would have sold it yesterday, but it wasn’t worth a thing”
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Well the missing finger changed her style
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And the missing ring just made her smile
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She carved a spitting image of Maria rubbing her eye
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And around that statue’s neck of pine
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On a yellow necklace made of twine
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She hung that little worthless ring and nobody asked her why
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There are those who never come home
[Verse 4]
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At Maria’s likeness, hearts would rupture
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All throughout the world of sculpture
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The well-to-do laid money down to stand around and stare
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But on a locked up Sunday night
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That statue disappeared from sight
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And it must have been a masterpiece, ‘cause it vanished in thin air
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Angeline committed suicide
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Some call it sad, some call it pride
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Some joker said, “it could have been worse, she could’ve cut off her ear”
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But the art world faced another fact
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For her next-to-last artistic act
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Was a spitting image of Mario wiping away a tear
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There are those who never come home
[Verse 5]
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The gravedigger wiped away the sweat
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His hands were dry, but his face was wet
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And the ladies watching him wanted to get their hands on that man
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But somebody else had a closer shave
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Carving on the cross, built for the grave
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The chisel slipped and nearly cut a finger from a hand
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Well across attracted hummingbirds
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One for each of seven words
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“Life if possible, art at any cost”
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But somebody asked when the crowd dispersed
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If they got that epitaph reversed
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The undertaker pointed out the last word on the cross
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He said, “There are those who never come home”
[Verse 6]
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Well a busted Mario all did see
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Under glass and lock and key
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Sure enough, as fate would have it, it got stolen too
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And just like the real Mario
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It found its way down through the barrio
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And left on a lonesome boxcar as some train came rolling through
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Well the undertaker was buried in dust
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And the gravedigger satisfied his lust
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Worked his way to the top of the pile, a connoisseur of the arts
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And everybody else that was concerned
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Just chalked it up as a lesson learned
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And the memories were flushed away down a common sewer of their hearts
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There are those who never come home
[Verse 7]
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Imagination’s hard to manage
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It takes time to take advantage
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It takes lots of space itself to fill out everyday
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And the ending’s worse than Elvira Madigan
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Guerrillas got loose and bombed the Vatican
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Stole a couple of crying statues and hauled them away
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Well they sold them as a matching pair
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In some clandestine affair
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At last they’re out there somewhere crying face to face
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And the real Maria spits in her mirror
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And the real Mario spits in his beer
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And both of them on separate paths, still drift from place to place
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There are those who never come home
[Outro]
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Yeah there are those who never come home
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