An Illustration Of Loneliness Sleepless In New-York

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I lay awake at four, staring at the wall
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Counting all the cracks backwards in my best French
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Reminds me of a book I skim-read in a surgery
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All about palmistry, I wonder what's in store for me
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I pretend the plaster is the skin on my palms
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And the cracks are representative of what is going on
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I lose a breath... my love-line seems intertwined with death
                     G
I'm thinking of you too


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G
I lay awake at three, staring at the ceiling
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It's a kind of off-white, maybe it's a cream
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There's oily residue dripping from the kitchen
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It's art-deco necromantic chic, all the dinner plates are kitsch with
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Irish Wolf Hounds, French baguettes wrapped loose around their necks
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I think I'm hungry, I'm thinking of you too

                    F   C
I'm thinking of you too
                    G
I'm thinking of you too
                    F   C
I'm thinking of you too
                    G
I'm thinking of you too

G
Wondering what you're doing, what you're listening to
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Which quarter of the moon you're viewing from your bedroom
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Watching all the movies, drinking all the smoothies
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Swimming at the pool, I'm thinking of you too

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I'm thinking of you too
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I'm thinking of you too
                    F    C
I'm thinking of you too


Stan.