It's four in the morning,
just to see if you're better.
but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street
building your little house
You're living for nothing now
I hope you're keeping some
with the lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
The last time we saw you,
Your famous blue raincoat
You'd been to the station
with the rose in your teeth
An d what can I tell you,
What can love possibly say?
I'm glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by here,
Well your enemy is sleeping,
Yes, and thanks for the trouble
I thought it was there for good,
with the lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to
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