| It was cold and then it came
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| I laid my cards plain to see
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| They told me I had nothing to blame
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| My backbone’s broken and the river’s swollen
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| The cars are purring The leaves are pouring
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| The sidewalk’s empty and the street is slippery
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| The lights are dim
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| Just like the people at the party I was at
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| I gotta move, I wanna split
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| I’m pulling on a string
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| That’s coming to an end
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| The last one broke on a bend
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| I lost a hat and sat with a duck
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| The last one broke on a bend
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| I ain’t got nothing to pluck
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| I ain’t got nothing to fuck
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| I ain’t got nothing at all
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| It was cold and then it came
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| I had to duck to see the bus raging down on the cusp of my clustered lens
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| They told me I had nothing to blame
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| The seats were warm and the birds they swarmed
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| The place was bright and it felt just right
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| My backbone’s swollen and the river’s broken
|
| The cars are purring the leaves are pouring
|
| The sidewalk’s empty The street is slippery
|
| The lights are dim
|
| Just like the people at the party I was at
|
| I gotta move I wanna split
|
| I’m pulling on a string
|
| That’s coming to an end
|
| The last one broke on a bend
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| I lost a hat and sat with a duck
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| The last one broke on a bend
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| I ain’t got nothing to fuck |