It had something to do with the rain leeching loamy dirt
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And the way the back lane came alive, half moon whispered "go"
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For a while, I heard you missing steps in the street
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And your anger pleading in an uncertain key
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Singing the sound that you found for me
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When the winter took the tips of my ears
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Found this noisy home full of pigeons and places to hide
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And when the voices die, I emerged to watch abandoned machines
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Waiting for their men to return, I remember the way
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I would wait for you to arrive with kibble and a box full of beer
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How I'd scratch the empties desperate to hear
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You make the sound that you found for me
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After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby,
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Let you brush my matted fur
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How I'd knead into your chest while you were sleeping
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Shallow breathing made me purr
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But I can't remember the sound that you found for me
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I can't remember the sound that you found for me
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I can't remember the sound
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Virtue The Cat Explains Her Departure
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The Weakerthans |