Bob Is Not Your Uncle

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                                                                            This old 

 
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house   just the way it was 
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Just a tumbledown of pine and river stone 
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But it's only just a shadow of the place you knew be fore 
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Because Bob's just not your uncle any- 

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 more                                                                       Winter's 
 

 
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here  and the day don't last too long 
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Barely thimbles full of sunshine to go on 
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There's an ocean full of midnight rolling right up to the door 
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I guess Bob's just not your uncle any- 


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                                                                            And I 
 

 
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say it without pride and without shame 
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That the dopey Irish Setter dog  
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Regan's still his name 
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Well he looks right glad to see you 
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But he might not want to be you 
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Even though he loves you madly from be fore 
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Before Bob was not your uncle any- 


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                                    Good old 


 
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games   Like they play them back in town 
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Where the wayward daughter's luck runs stro-o-ong and pure 
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You might feel like you're a winner but you never know for sure 
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Now that Bob's just not your uncle     any- 


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 more                                                                        So we 
 

 
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see   you can find your way back home 
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And that maybe when you get there 
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There's a lock on every door 
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Now you know for certain 
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What the big wide world is good for 
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And that Bob's just not your uncle any- 

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Now you know for certain 
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What the big wide world is good for 
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And that Bob's just not your uncle any- 


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