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Tom Waits( Thomas Alan Waits )
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Depot, Depot
Depot, depot, what am I doing here? Depot, depot, what am I doing here? I ain't coming, I ain't going My confusion is showing Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue I'm gonna paint myself blue At the depot
I watch the taxis pull up and idle I can't claim title to a single memory He offered me a key 'Cause opportunity don't knock He has no tongue and she cannot talk You're gonna shuffle when you walk At the depot
This peeping-Tom needs a peephole Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And an uptempo song To move me along When I find this depot baby I'm on a roll just like a pool ball baby I'm gonna be there at the roll call maybe At the depot
Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue Oh, tell me what a poor boy to do At the depot I'm on a roll just like a pool ball baby I'm gonna be there at the roll call maybe At the depot The depot
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