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i wrote this song on your discarded guitar
you left it standing in the corner
and when i play it i get to thinking on where we both are
and how it all turned so tortured

and sweet clementine is in the window
she doesn’t know her days are numbered

close up the last of the empty rooms
there’ll be no more messages from me taped to the door
you don’t want to hear it, it’s all just doom and gloom
and i don’t have the keys to the city anymore

and back when she was a little kitten
the world was so very very different

sweet clementine in the morning
sweet clementine in the afternoon
sweet clementine, oh my darling
oh my darling, sweet clementine

i wrote this song on your discarded guitar
you left it standing in the corner
and sweet clementine, she’s in the window now
i think she knows her days are numbered…

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