| There’s a grey transparence in this city,
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| When it’s slightly misty
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| And no one can run,
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| 'Cause they spent all of Their money on alcohol 'n junk.
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| Like you did, little man sat in the corner,
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| Waiting for an epiphany of some sort,
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| As you spit and babble it all away to Jesus,
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| Or some other spirit floating in your smoke.
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| You know you’re gonna die pretty soon now,
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| But you keep on smiling at your thoughts
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| And your leftover loose pennies
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| That you can just about clutch in those dirty,
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| Curled up claws still carefully counted,
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| They only amount to three more sips of ale
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| Before I saw water well up in your eyes,
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| You told the same story to me.
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| And I think you may be the reason
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| For me to recreate my soul.
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| Say goodbye each time you leave.
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| Old Rock, they call me crazy too.
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| But you’ve got fifty years on me.
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| But I don’t know what it is to
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| Become more than to be sitting
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| Right there by, that empty glass
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| You have left me.
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| It was all so much better back in your day,
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| It was all so romantic back where you lived.
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| In the bedsit you grew marijuana
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| And took pride in your record player.
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| I sit dreaming of you as a young man,
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| Before the smoke and liquor turned you grey,
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| Before you all looked exactly the same to me,
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| I see myself looking through a dusty mirror at me After my babies, after my husbands,
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| After I lose my loved ones.
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| When I grow into a different person,
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| Yes I’m gonna write every single one of your words,
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| I’ll write every single one of your words,
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| I’ll write every single one of your words.
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| I’ll write. |
| I’ll write…
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| Oh that I, I think there be a reason for me to recreate my soul.
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| Say goodbye each time you leave.
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| Old Rock, they call me crazy too,
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| But you’ve got fifty years on me.
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| But I don’t know what it is to
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| Become more than to be sitting
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| Right there by, that empty glass
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| You have left me.
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| Old Rock, they call me crazy too,
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| But you’ve got fifty years on me.
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| I don’t know what it is to
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| Become more than to be sitting
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| Right there by, that empty glass
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| You have left me. |