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You in your coat
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Writing a note,
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"Dear Sal, I hope you'll agree..."
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Then catching a bus,
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Just after dusk,
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A one way trip to the city.
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A cold water flat.
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A hot plate,
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A hat.
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The want ads are strewn on the floor.
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And you get so mad, when your ma and dad
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Reflect when you look in the mirror.
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But I see you there
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Nude at the top of the stairs
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(but so far away)
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And I recall all
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Your dreams and your schemes
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Moving me.
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The plans that we made,
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A street serenade
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You can't be like your brother and mike,
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Content just to live and get by.
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I hope that your fine,
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At 13th and 9.
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Waxing or waning?
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Your call.
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But I see you there
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A light at the top of the stairs
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But so far away
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And I recall all your
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Hands and your plans moving me
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The sense that it made
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A street serenade.
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Waxing Or Waning
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| Better Than Ezra |
