Now there's last sunday's paper
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Crumpled up and rollin' down the street
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Away
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And there's a piece of gum
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Just waitin' for a ride on someone's feet
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Today
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Chorus:
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And tonight I'll be walkin' home alone
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Now, there's a million things I said
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And twice as many that I didn't say
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Yay-ay
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And I remember an afternoon
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A broken coffee cup, and some Broadway tune
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And I shook her hand
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And I said okay
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And now as I stroll by some skinny dog
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Left outside without a bone
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Tonight, I'll be walkin' home alone
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Chorus repeat
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And ain't it funny how one afternoon
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Can make two people stop and say
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That all the time they spent together
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Didn't really mean that much anyway... no, not much.
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Just a sinkful of dirty dishes
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And a picture in a drawer
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And a hairbrush on the table
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And a hole punched in a door
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And if she were here right now
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I'd tell her things I never told her before
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So now I hear a clock and I get up fast
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Draw the curtain on a brand new day
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I can't wait to get this cast off
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The telephone's dead??I guess they turned it off today
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Turn the key on the mailbox slot
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Lookin' for a letter, but bills is all I've got
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And even the cat she left me with
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Is goin' out with someone else
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So put another quarter in the jukebox, Pete
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But don't play that one with the sad trombone
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'Cause tonight, I'll be walkin' home alone
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And tonight, I'll be walkin' home alone
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All alone
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Walkin' home
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All alone.
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Walkin' home alone
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| Stan Ridgway |
