Where've you been these days?
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I thought I saw you underneath the vines
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I look for you there
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Makes more sense than looking to the sky
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I see they've cut your hair and grown between your eyes
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I hope your body doesn't mind the cold
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It always preferred the sunshine
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Can we pretend we're talking
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I'll answer for you if you don't mind
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The baby's doing fine
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My marriage is failing but I keep trying all the time
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All your clothes
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I thought I could donate them to a theatre
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They'd make up the wardrobe
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To a great play a cast of characters, unknown
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Who never took for granted, a sight, a sound, the smell of a rose
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I hear you got lots of friends
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But I'm worried you can't hear music anymore
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It never occurred to me
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Until I heard Dr. John sing that song
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And you played through his fingers on the piano
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Honky Tonk a little stride
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You could even swing
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Maybe not, I can't remember
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I can't remember anything
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All your clothes
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All your clothes...
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All Your Clothes
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| Martha Wainwright |
