She was polishing the chairs
when the doorbell rang
she smoothed down
Listen everybody
especially you boys
it is right to be left alone
when
In your slate grey suit and black
brogue shoes little horn
If you need a reason to remain
think of me
how I
Meet me at the kissing gate
I know that's where you
Philosofy gives itself freely to all of our minds
you have
Night falls rain pours just like my tears
I feel so
It's so much harder so much harder
than you thought it
Out on the street wiht his dreams in his pocket
A
Betrayed by apathy most every day
with grey skies time and
She never wonders why
the people stop and stare
ambling through her
I don't remember
I can't recall the last time
we laughed together
you
There's a childin my heartfeel it heathear it speakhold mehold
We say a lot of thingswe see a lot of
Enouhg is plentybut some people want for morethey'll leave you
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