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When it's straight up the dial
Everything is fluttering with a flow
He crosses his thumbs and flaps the rest
But nothing is casted anywhere
Not looking for sympathy
Just need some tenderness
When the weather gets overgrown
And everyone's left town
There's no one else around
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Little prisms come fallin down
Gathering in the gutters and the grooves
He splashes driftin by
Sees his face in the pavement sky
No sign of him in there
Not looking for tenderness
Just need some sympathy
When the weather gets overgrown
And everyone's left town
There's no one else around
He turns up corners that you can pawn
But stare awhile you'll see him
His soul has gone
he turns up corners you can't run but stay away
his soul is gone
he turns up corners you can't run but stay away
his soul is gone
he turns up corners you can find
but still a while the soul is gone
in times of corners you can find
but still a while the soul is gone
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