MIDWEEK CRISIS, you are feeling a little down, Come to WEDNESDAY CLUB we have got Leonard Cohen, he will cheer you up!
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| It was torn at the shoulder |
Clear
She wanted to spread her wings
(Her Thighs)
It was January, it was winter, it was cold
I was alone in my dungeon
The single bar heater gave little warmth
'Songs of Love and Theft' arrived today
It was on repeat
A bottle was on the table
Two fingers of comfort were left
The words 'Jane came by with a lock of your hair'
Stung, it stung in my grieving ears
The cigarette smoke froze in the cold
The bottle stood empty
The room slowed down
I needed a drink
I slipped on my 'Famous' Black Trenchcoat
I headed for the door, the night, the biting rain
Searching for a Bar, searching for anywhere
Wanting her
'Did she ever go clear'
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