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IEm7t's late De-cem-ber and the New Year's nev-er Dmaj7com-ing
time pass-esEm7 slow-ly in a two-room walk-up flaDmaj7t
The sun is siBmlent there's a cold rain's gonnaF#7 come on
No one to taGlk to but my laAdy's yellow catD.
Raindrops faEm7lling on the flowers in the Dmaj7window box
Plastic roEm7ses that I planted yesteDmaj7rday.
I didn't thBmink they'd die so soon but they're allF#7 withered now
Seems like eGverything IA touch turns out that wDay.
Well I guF#7ess I'll just go walking
The caBmt's no Good for talBmking Ato
He doE7n't know what I'm saying
And the raEmin is always playing on myA mind on my Cmind. A
SEm7treet lights drifting through the blinds that Dmaj7cover window panes
blending sofEm7ty with the bare lights overhead.Dmaj7
Then togetherBm they run swiftly through my memF#7ory
An eerie imaGge in a strAange and empty bed. D
TEm7he wind is whippin' up the papers in the streeDmaj7t below
I got some bEm7ooks to read but it seems they've Dmaj7all been read
Clouds are crBmowded in a misty drifting sky abF#7ove
I wish to heGll I could Aremember what I said. D
Well I guF#7ess I'll just go walking
The caBmt's no Good for talBmking Ato
He doE7n't know what I'm saying
And the raEmin is always playing on myA mind on my Cmind. A
OEm7ne crystal wine glass on a table filled with sDmaj7carlet stains
Stands aloneEm7 and empty where there once were tDmaj7wo
The jug is siBmlent on the table by a broken plF#7ate
The wine is Ggone my ladAy and so my love are yoDu.
Well I guF#7ess I'll just go walking
The caBmt's no Good for taBmlkingA to
He doE7n't know what I'm saying
And the raEmin is always playing on myA mind on myC mind on myA mind C