| I’m walkin' with regret
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| That we haven’t grown up yet
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| And that no one knows how to act
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| The cozy corner store
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| Is a breath away from my door
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| And the angels are always at my back
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| You asked me for some change
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| As I shivered in the rain
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| And the flowers were blooming once again
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| Figurines on windowsills
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| Frozen as we swallow pills
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| I hope the medicine don’t pull me down to you
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| Down to you
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| Where no mother ever cooks
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| Yes down to you
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| Where your life’s an open book
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| Down to you where charity is kept at bay
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| Down to you where everybody walks away
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| In winter when it snows
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| We look just like Eskimos
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| And the cars are frozen to the street
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| In summer we go home
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| Where the island breezes blow
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| And we stamp the sand with our bare feet
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| I promised you a sweater
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| As to make your living better
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| And to stop the chatter of your teeth
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| But if my soul don’t sell soon
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| Beneath the pale blue icy moon
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| I might bite right through this silver spoon
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| And go down to you
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| Where your heart is tried and true
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| Yes down to you
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| Where you’re missing both your shoes
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| Down to you where you count pennies and you pray
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| Down to you with broken eyes where bodies lay |