Whatever news you had
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Whatever shoes you had
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Whatever made you mad enough
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On the promenade you can
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Give it a rest
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Give it a seat
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Or in the glass you can cut your feet
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Pop a knee
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Flesh torn
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And everything else seems
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A little worse for worn
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A simple thing, I admit
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Out I never did figure it
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I can tell that I'm about to
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I can tell when I'm without you
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I've seen you juggle
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I've seen your best
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I've seen you running out of luck you pressed
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I've seen the scores on how far up you fessed
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Until a thinner air is what you're breathing now
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So catch your breath
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Don't just stand there holding it
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I've seen you die a little death
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I'm pretty sure you were here
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But lately things tend to disappear
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Like the days I never got around to
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I can tell when I'm without you
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Psychic on the corner
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'Palms and Runes, Tarot and Tea'
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The proprietor gives matches to the girls in line
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For Club Diplomacy
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Be he's not on to me
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Crossed Olympic to collect my fee
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But there's no one in this neighborhood who
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I can tell when I'm without you
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I can tell when I'm without you
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I can tell when I'm without you
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I Can Tell
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Michael Penn |