Why am I standing out here alone I guess I don't know enough to come in from the rain I was watching your window I think I just might stay here all day Cause I gotta do something
I don't want to be thinking of you Until I see right through
You could throw me down a cigarette I smoked my last one quite a while ago No, I gave it to the man that swore he had no need You know sometimes if I listen real close I can hear the dark side of the moon And there's always yesterday's Times if I care to read
I don't want to be thinking of you Until I see right through
Every now and then I can feel the subway heat Anyway Bogart's on in the window down the street
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