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Henry Miller's Flat

Josh Rouse
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Hard times never looked so good Dear, dear, dear God, where is she now? Sitting in the back of Henry Miller's flat on the telephone Making chitty chat, getting kinda sad 'cause the money's gone The money's gone Gave it all, everything she earned Always a few bucks light Lonely turned to sad, had to call her dad on the telephone Started packing bags, said she's moving back 'cause it's been too long It's been too long If she's standing on the street like a fighter Ooh, won't you tell her to come on home? It's the melancholy life of a writer Ooh, won't you tell her she's not alone? Sitting in the back of Henry Miller's flat with a catalog Saying this and that, cutting paragraphs 'cause it's way too long Lonely turns to sad, all you really have are your friends, that's all Hard times never felt so good Dear, dear, dear God, where are we now?