Well the cans on the sidewalk
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They ain't worth kickin'
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The street lights are broke up
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And they keep on flickerin'
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You step on a crack
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She ain't coming back
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Even a blind man could likely see that
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And these streets are empty
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Except for the dark
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They've locked up the gates
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And closed down the parks
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And the soda machine
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At Charlotte and Queen
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It's as empty as my heart
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And the lights of the diners
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Even seem brighter
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When she's not there
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To turn down the shine
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She was right all along
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The coffee's too strong
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I wouldn't need any
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If she was still mine
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And they bandaged the windows
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And stolen the cars
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And the hookers on Main Street
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Don't care who you are
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And the soda machine
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At Charlotte and Queen
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It's as empty as my heart
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Well I banged and I kicked it
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From the front and the side
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I checked to make sure
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That my change was right
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Oh I wasn't that thirsty
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But I wasn't that smart
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Cause the next thing you know
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It's broken in parts
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And the soda machine
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At Charlotte and Queen
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It's as empty as my heart
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Soda Machine
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| Fred Eaglesmith |
