You were always brilliant in the morning
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Smoking your cigarettes, talking over coffee
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Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you,
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You loved Mozart and you'd speak
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Of your loved ones
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As I clumsily strummed my guitar
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You'd teach me of honest things
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Things that were daring, things that were clean
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Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean
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So I hid my soiled hands behind my back
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Somewhere along the line
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I must've gone off track with you
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Excuse me, think I've mistaken you
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For somebody else
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Somebody who gave a damn,
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Somebody more like myself
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