| You planted tulips, you would never see bloom
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| You had a baby you’d never seen turn two
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| You got sickness all throughout your bones
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| You went to the hospital and you never came home
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| You died today, fourteen years ago
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| And I still think about you every day, you know
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| Every scratch on my hardwood floor
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| Is carved by the claws of that big fat tabby cat of yours
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| I just walked to the water and I thought of you
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| And all of the beautiful places that you introduced me to
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| And I looked at the bridge and the fog hanging over
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| I thought about how many times we drove over it
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| Into Mill Valley, driving past San Quentin
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| That once housed my distant cousin
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| On the way to Fairfax
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| To spend time with your father and your mother
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| Listening to some music or the other
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| Cat Stevens' Tea for the Tiller
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| Neil Young’s Harvest Moon and Joni Mitchell’s Blue
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| And Leo Kottke, I never dug him but I put up with him for you
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| Your passing is tragic and it fucked everyone up who knew you
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| Very very badly
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| At the time we were hijacked by so much pain that we couldn’t see
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| But in your 34 years, you accomplished so many many things
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| You dated your favorite musician
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| You were a great painter and you sold some paintings over in Britain
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| You married a man who became the father of your daughter
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| You lived near the ocean most of your life
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| You loved the smell of salt water
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| You had two best friends who loved you very very so
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| And I sing a song for you everywhere I go
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| I wish I could call you now but I can’t and I’m sorry
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| You always made me smile when I got mopey
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| I was yours and you were mine
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| And my god, we were good together but we were only 29
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| But my career was getting busier and busier
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| And I had so much on my mind
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| I knew it was best to set you free
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| I knew there was someone who could
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| Give you things I couldn’t give you
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| He gave you a ring and a beautiful girl
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| And what could I give you?
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| I was traveling so much around the world
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| So here it is, fourteen years since I last saw you
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| I hear the broom sweeping across the floor
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| Just like in the song «Harvest Moon»
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| The February rain is relentless and I’m lost in thoughts of you
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| And the rain is relentless today and I’m lost in thoughts of you
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| And the rain is relentless today and I’m lost in thoughts of you
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| And the rain is relentless today just like when I last saw you
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| And the rain is relentless tonight and I’m lost in thoughts of you
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| And the rain is relentless tonight and I’m lost in thoughts of you |