| I’ll come down tomorrow morning
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| And meet you at our new location
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| In front of City Bookstore
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| Across the street from the railway station
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| She tells me how her night was spent
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| Nursing coffee and cigarettes
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| You waited til your husband left
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| To pack your things and off you went
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| He wouldn’t notice that you’d left
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| Til morning when the drink wore off
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| He stayed out all night with his friends
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| Never to return again
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| In front of City Bookstore
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| Across the street from the railway station
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| You show up with your suitcase
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| Ten dollars and a sad expression
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| She tells me that it’s all over now
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| She’s done her time and now she’s out
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| From the prison that she calls a house
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| Where she stayed put while he went out
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| She left him a note taped to the door
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| Saying, «Babe I won’t be back no more
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| I can’t find reasons for me to stay
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| Married to you and your cheating ways.»
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| Walked her out to the train
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| Couldn’t hide my pain
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| Or these tears that flow
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| From my eyes like rain
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| That September morning, 1959 |