I found a wallet
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I found a wallet
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Inside were pictures of your small family
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You are so young
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Your hair dark brown
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You had been born in 1953
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Your winter birthday
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Was stamped on the plastic
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Of a license so recently expired
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I was so tired as I walked in my door
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I laid all the contents of your wallet on the floor
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Like a holy relic
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Or a mystery novel
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I thumbed them in the dim light
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Searching for a clue
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A blockbuster card
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An old stick of juicy fruit
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A crumpled receipt
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From a pair of leather boots
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I have no wallet
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I have no wallet
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I keep my cards together
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With a blue rubber band
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And with a free hand
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I search in my pocket
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For pieces of paper, pieces of paper and change
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I'll take your wallet
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To my local blockbuster
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They'll find your number
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In their computer
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You'll never know me
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And I'll never know you
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But you'll be so happy
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When they call you up
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Wallet
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| Regina Spektor |
