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All the thingsall the things she gave meall the thingsall the things she gave me
I wrapped them upin a big brown boxtied it with ribbondrove to the dockschecked my timeby the old town clockall the things...I saw the watchmanhe was blowing intocupped handsas he walked to the carhe said "
Where do you thinkyou're drivin' to son?
All good folks are in bedthe day's work is done"I said I'm just lookin' forsomeplace to burnall the thingsall the things that she...all the things that she gave mewhere do I put themwhere can I hide themwhere I won't have to see them?
It's dark as hell herethis city's gown coldthe devil's in dragplaying poker with soulsthe lots are all emptythe last man's outthe moon's made of cheeseand God is a boy scoutwhen I go to sleep
I'll be dreaming aboutall the things...then I'll dream aboutchurches withgreat tall spirescathedrals and candleschimneys and choirs
I'll dream aboutthat placewhere I set fireall the thingsall the things that she...
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