I have a drop-leaf window
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With cats and broken yards
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Sunflowers and paint cans
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And stolen shopping carts
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And nothing to be proud of
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And nothing to regret
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All of that to make as yet
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All of that to make as yet
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I have a single heartbreak
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I celebrate and mourn
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A single shining sister
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And all the tricks of dawn
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A single yellow duvet
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A single switch to flick
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But a thousand boxes yet to tick
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A thousand boxes yet to tick
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And Jesus is a Rochdale girl
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And forty-five CDs
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Got a house that you can smoke in
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So all my friends found me
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And they found me full of myself
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And bloody-minded will
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And as yet a box to fill
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And as yet a box to fill
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Jesus Is A Rochdale Girl
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