He got the droop of a fatherless child
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Almost imperceptible, one can't see it with the naked eye
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Oh but I can
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That cardboard lady in the corner store
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Her sparkle is all painted on
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Six no-good men took her shine and more
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Left her youth near Sausalito
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Oh it's humourless and comical at once
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Always being a stranger wearing the last town's dust
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Oh it's humourless, it's humourless
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They look me over, one up and one down
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I can tell they're wondering who my people are
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I say I'm new in town
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I know it's gonna take a while
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Oh it's humourless and comical at once
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Always being a stranger wearing the last town's dust
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Oh it's humourless, it's humourless
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I speculate and browse the duraflame
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Winter in the west coast cool
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Out by the sea where no one knows my name
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I'm on the road like Jack Kerouac
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Like Jack, Jack Kerouac
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Like Jack, Jack Kerouac
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Like Jack, Jack Kerouac
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Jack Kerouac
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Brooke Fraser |