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Got seven dollars to my name

Got sixteen cigarettes somehow I just ain't smoked yet

Got two shoelaces and two shoes

I should toss ‘em on the telephone wire as a monument to my blues

I'm goin' down to get a coffee

Gonna mean one less buck but maybe six will bring me luck

Got a little shake I kept in the fridge

Gonna drink my bean and walk out smoking on the Walt Whitman Bridge

Far away from these winter streets

On a cloudless day

Your memory

Your memory

 Blows away

Got a leather wallet on a chain

Got a picture of my lover's lips before they dried up under my kiss

A prayer in my heart I'm too scared to recite

Oughtta toss that stale loaf of words to the birds as a monument to my whole life

Far away from these winter streets

On a cloudless day

Your memory

Your memory

Your memory

 Blows away

Your memory

Your memory

Your memory

 Blows away