/.../and the broken umbrellas like dead birds /.../
/.../and you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here
and I'm lost in the window, and I hide in the stairway/.../
/.../they all started out with bad directions/.../
/.../and the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear
one for every year he's away, she said
such a crumbling beauty, ah/.../
/.../and I've seen it all, I've seen it all
through the yellow windows of the evening train.../.../
T.Waits
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