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Oh Vera, I can't complain but |
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When, when will you write? |
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This city is strange |
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And strangely bright |
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Sooner or later I'll change |
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Oh Vera, my cough is silent |
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And Sunset is setting up fine |
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There's work for me here |
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And here is my work |
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While we wait for my lungs to dry |
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Oh Vera, tonight I'm lost |
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What makes me live for this craft? |
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I'm going nowhere |
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My music's a bust |
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Even our neighbours just laugh |
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Oh Vera, we must see a film |
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I think that it might change my life |
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Something with Garland |
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Who's down on her luck |
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The kind of picture I like |
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Oh Vera, I'm full of it now |
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Who knew that notes could be fun? |
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I'm counting to twelve |
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And then back to one |
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I feel I'm a writer again |
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Oh Vera, I'm truly content |
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I'm waiting alone for a friend |
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A helluva poet |
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A Hollywood type |
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Who turns up the words on their end |
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Oh Vera, I'm reading the news |
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I can do nothing but cry |
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The opera was summer |
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An apple just fell |
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It's funny how well poets lie |