Now listen Jack That note you sent It got there late Long after she already went There's no one there to send that letter back Not one fool thing The cupboard's bare the place is clean There's nothing in there but the air She took the curtains, rail, rod and ring She paid the bills She stopped the milk Rolled up the rugs And packed her cotton gear and silk And whipped the Penguins off the windowsills She took it all Don't kid yourself she left a trace Of how she looked there, walking, lying So damned happy she was dying The kitchen shelves Are shadows of their former selves The floorboards line up to face the wall A sharper man could hear the sunlight fall Now listen Jack That note you sent It got there late Long after she already went It was a good place But it needed two to pay the rent
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