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i quoteth tom waits:
well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
the boys just dive right off the cars
and splash into the street
and when theyre on a roll
she pulls a razor from her boot
and a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
so put a candle in the window
and a kiss upon his lips
as the dish outside the window fills with rain
just like a stranger
with the weeds in your heart
and pay the fiddler off til i come back again