It's four in the morning, the end of December
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I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
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New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
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There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
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I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
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You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.
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Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
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She said that you gave it to her
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That night that you planned to go clear
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Did you ever go clear?
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Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
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Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
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You'd been to the station to meet every train
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And you came home without Lili Marlene
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And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
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And when she came back she was nobody's wife.
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Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
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One more thin gypsy thief
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Well I see Jane's awake --
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She sends her regards.
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And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
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What can I possibly say?
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I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
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I'm glad you stood in my way.
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If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
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Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.
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Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
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I thought it was there for good so I never tried.
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And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
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She said that you gave it to her
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That night that you planned to go clear --
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Sincerely, L. Cohen
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Famous Blue Raincoat
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| Leonard Cohen |
