Open the window up
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The one besides the armoire
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I need some cool autumn air
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In this baroque hotel room
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While you put on your stockings
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Cause on the rocker by the mirror
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"Put on a record," You say
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We're both relieved at the idea
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We're both relieved at the idea
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It crackles like a fire
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The sounds caress our fears
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And we've put off the silence
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That hung so long in stale air
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That used to be a mystery
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A secret book to unlock
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But we've stopped writing in it
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Or thrown away the key
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And as I watched you sitting there
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In the chair that you're rocking
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I can see that there's a tear
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In your new blue stockings
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As I watch you sitting there
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In the chair that you're rocking
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I can see that there's a tear
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In your new blue stockings
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Shapes dance on the wallpaper
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Headlights through yellow leaves
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Just like they did last June
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The first night we hared a room
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Back then they were alive
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A lively jitterbug in bloom
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But now they're dancing in slow waltz
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And they'll be gone tomorrow afternoon
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As I watch you sitting there
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In the chair that you're rocking
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I can see that there's a tear
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In your new blue stockings
|
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As I watch you sitting there
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In the chair that you're rocking
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I can see that there's a tear
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In your new blue stockings
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I can see that there's a tear
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In your new blue stockings...
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Blue Stockings
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| Sea Wolf |
