| This whole park bench belongs to me — I’m not crazy
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| I reserved it late last spring
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| Don’t sit there, that’s my dog
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| Thought we’d spend the summer here
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| (My wilderness vacation)
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| Scare off the tourists, or charge them to feed us
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| Yes, I’m a real financier
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| And when the interest rates fall, I will invest in a mall
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| Somewhere to keep from the cold wind that rattles my bones
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| And the sticks and the stones
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| That shatter my ears
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| Since Davy left here
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| I was always too high strung, seeking my salvation
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| Now I just seek oblivion (and my blood pressure’s down)
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| Used to be so hard to keep up with all the Joneses
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| Now I just keep up with me
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| If you don’t like it go home
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| When this world finally ends. |
| I will be wealthy again
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| I have all my past in this blue shopping bag that I guard
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| Like the strings of my heart
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| That once rang so clear
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| When Davy was here
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| In your pity, you’re forgetting that
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| I was once somebody’s better half
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| Visit me again sometime, here among the flowers
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| When you’ve know a love like mine, it’s hart to chit chat for long
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| Life has more rips in its seams
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| Than any novelist dreams
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| Come when the fabric of nighttime is tattered and torn
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| We’ll talk into dawn
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| But you’ll have to go
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| When Davy gets home |