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AmIt's four in the morning, the eFnd of December I'm Dm7writing you now just to Emsee if you're better AmNew York is cold, but I Flike where I'm living There's Dm7music on Clinton Street Emall through the evening. AmI hear that you're Bmbuilding your little Amhouse deep in the Bmdesert You're Amliving for Gnothing now, I hope you're Amkeeping some kind of Grecord
Yes, and CJane came by with a lock of your Ghair She said that you gave it to Amher That night that you planned to go Bmclear G FDid you ever go Emclear?
AmAh, the last time we saw you you Flooked so much older Your Dm7famous blue raincoat was Emtorn at the shoulder AmYou'd been to the station to Fmeet every train Dm7And you came home without EmLili Marlene
And you Amtreated my Bmwoman to a Amflake of your Bmlife And Amwhen she came Gback Amshe was nobody's Gwife.
Well I Csee you there with the rose in your Gteeth One more thin gypsy Amthief Well I see Jane's Bmawake G FShe sends her Emregards.
AmAnd what can I tell you my Fbrother, my killer Dm7What can I possibly Emsay? AmI guess that I miss you, I Fguess I forgive you Dm7I'm glad you stood in my Emway.
AmIf you ever come Bmby here, Amfor Jane or Bmfor me AmYour enemy is Gsleeping, and Amhis woman is Gfree.
Yes, and Cthanks, for the trouble you Gtook from her eyes I thought it was Amthere for good so I never Bmtried.
And CJane came by with a lock of your Ghair She said that you gave it to Amher That night that you planned to go Bmclear G FSincerely, L. EmCohen
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