Standing on the corner
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Plastic cup in her hand
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Standing on the corner
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Saving for some gin
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You don't need to ask where she's been or what's up
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She'll gladly tell you all about the life she had
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Before she had the cup
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Standing by the window
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Glass of milk in his hand
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What could I have done what could I have said
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Broken glass spilled milk lying on the floor looking dead
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Window pain
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Cutting through the rain looks so easy
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Frame by frame
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Looking for a name to claim on a breezy afternoon
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And the ends coming soon
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So many people hold a cup
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So many die drinking milk in front of a window
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I once knew a woman who got in the way
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Of the intentions of a windy day
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Don't hold a cup in any season
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Don't make me choose between rhyme or reason
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Don't drink that milk in front of that window
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You might as well blame it on the will that the wind chose
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11:11
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| Andrew Bird |
