| I have a drop-leaf window
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| With cats and broken yards
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| Sunflowers and paint cans
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| And stolen shopping carts
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| And nothing to be proud of
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| Nothing to regret
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| All of that to make as yet
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| All of that to make as yet
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| I have a single heartbreak
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| I celebrate and mourn
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| A single shining sister
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| And all the tricks of dawn
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| A single yellow duvet
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| A single switch to flick
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| But a thousand boxes yet to tick
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| A thousand boxes yet to tick
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| And Jesus is a Rochdale girl
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| And forty-five CDs
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| Got a house that you can smoke in
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| So all my friends found me
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| And they found me full of myself
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| And bloody-minded will
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| And as yet a box to fill
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| And as yet a box to fill |