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Crawl across towards your window
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I'm calling softly from the street
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Always a lonely widow
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Half awake and sleeping on my feet
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I'm of age but have no children
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No quarter phone booth calls to home
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Just late with television
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Inside my bedroom all alone
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There is no use in waiting
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Offer up your steps so I can climb
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Show me all your figure paintings
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Etched in the middle of the night
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Let me stretch upon your carpet
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Let me hear the rain tap on your street
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Knowing I am safe on the inside
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Blankets wrapped and drifting off to sleep
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april 8th
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| Neutral Milk Hotel |
