| Look for a sign in a window
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| An ad in the paper, a job waiting tables
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| Tie on an apron for change in my pocket
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| Spend at the shops and study the docket
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| I can be honest, I can respond
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| Hold my own and take on what comes
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| Save it for later, be restrained
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| Make up my mind and then want to change it
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| Nights are long
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| They creep up upon us
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| Like a storm when nothing’s in order
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| These little thoughts they buzz like a train
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| Find my page and turn them again and again
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| I guess I got lost, I must’ve forgot it, it’s just been so hot
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| I make all my choices on coins I can toss
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| On coins for the washing, to slide in the slots
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| I can be honest, I can be strong
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| And wait for all those letters to come
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| Peel off the labels, check the dates
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| Order my days and then rearrange them
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| Nights are long
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| They creep up upon us
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| Like a storm when nothing’s in order
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| These little thoughts they buzz like a train
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| Lock the doors and wait for the sun to come up again |