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Faintly So

Soaked eye dish-dog, working in the morning Hopping on the bus, now get some sleep Music was a woman, her men she’s grinding Get to bottom of that basement leak Post you a smile, flaunting dress All my friends are looking you up Said, I’d be here but not for long I’m grinning, faintly so Got savings from a joke, he made me run down for it Told me, “Don’t be misunderstood There’s only one fib in every story boy That there’s ever an end.” What face she wearing? What face you need, Boy? It isn’t wheels, watering holes or that way she walks Pacing up the shop aisle, for that Christmas toy Running down the lanes, like strung out strays In the bath, staring at the window, listen out Nothing in the tune of a silent Summer night She came through the door, didn’t even knock Something in that, I’m dim, she’s right I felt worse then, pen in the ink pot Rusting in black cement Should have got ready, should have got better Should have maybe listened to every lecture You mentioned there’s a man in every coward I fought that red-haired wolf by the roadside Playing dead in the gutter, never again Next time take your own bullet baby Bicycling away you never told me anything We go a mile, how we’re blessed All your friends shook me down Take my money, honey, always it’s free They’re all smiling, faintly so I saw the photo, days after ours days Knew by that, the silly little tip of the hat Stole my best idea, took it to the world I say the show was boring, the tickets steep Put up with the Gods, all the howling children See you in the dollar bin by the checkout darling But if you’re not on the double, just maybe then Don’t pick up the phone, call by my bathroom window It’s the only way your getting in now I’ll here your music from the lane ways Might just lean over and slide it shut I’ll be smiling then, so faintly so

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