Tom: G
Introdução:
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I slow down, Purple Avenues,
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to march around in April's shoes
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Weather vanes remind
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of the summetimes that I've left behind
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The money's gone for auld lang syne
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I spent on Eastern Standard Time
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What ever happened to my role?
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September fell right through the hole
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All I've got is empty po-ckets now
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Why does August try so hard
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to hoist me on my own petard?
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I've learned one thing from losing her (alt: how we were)
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That an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure
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The shadows fall, I cannot thread
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the tenor of the things you said
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All that's left is flesh and bone
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The lights are on but no one's home
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All I've got is empty pockets now
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I spill myself another drink
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I count the whiskers in the sink
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The orchestra is blind
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But I've never been the worrying kind
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Subsequently and furthermore
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I'll sleep right here on the draining board
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I'll never be paroled
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I like to drink 'em while they're cold
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All I've got is empty pockets now