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On a dark night, I stagger up the alley alone
It's not that I'm crying because of the thoughts of you that pass through my mind
As I'm changing the sheets, one of your socks falls out
It's not that I'm crying because now I miss the way you looked as you changed your socks
I'm just crying because the boiler's broken
As I clean out the desk drawers I see
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