| I have a room with a cord and a fixture
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| And I have a cork in the last wine of winter
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| You have the eyes and the breath of a spider
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| And I own a mess and a pen and some paper
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| I have friends who drink in the cupboard
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| Drunk? |
| for a neck and smoke for a brother
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| I hear taps ring out in the city
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| When I go for walks on late Friday evenings
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| You have a hold and a kiss that is oh so
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| And my eyes are cold and as grey as my billfold
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| So I have a room and you should come over
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| Cuz it has a roof and the last wine of winter |