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She's got a lover under all the colors
And I don't have the heart to ask her why
Does he know that the bed frame is sanged at the window sill
So the sun wakes you up from your left side
And I've got a brother who spends Brooklyn summers
Gettin' high and joke around about suicide
'Cause you know if he goes and we all go with him
All the cigarettes lit by the stove in the kitchen
All the nights we spent seeing God out on the riverside