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Everything must go |
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The Weakerthans |
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Garage Sale. Saturday. I need to pay |
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my heart's outstanding bills. |
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A cracked-up compass and a pocket watch, |
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some plastic daffodils. |
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The cutlery and coffee cups I stole |
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from all-night restaurants, |
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a sense of wonder (only slightly used), |
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a year or two to haunt you in the dark. |
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For a phone call from far away |
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with a "Hi, how are you today" |
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and a sign recovery comes |
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to the broken ones. |
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A wage-slave forty-hour work week |
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(weighsa thousand kilograms, |
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so bend your knees) comes |
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with a free fake smile for all your dumb demands, |
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the cordless razor that my father bought |
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when I turned 17, |
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a puke-green sofa |
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and the outline to a complicated dream of dignity. |
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For a laugh too loud and too long |
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For a place where awkward belongs |
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And a sign recovery comes |
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to the broken ones. |
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To the broken ones. |
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To the broken ones. |
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For the broken ones. |
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Or best offer. |
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