I walk the chagrin streets
where the autumn leaves fall
Listen to the beat of my feet
To the silence call
The restaurant was a cold dish
I eat my revenge
And the road does fork
On a knife's edge I cut my bone
Underneath the cover
Of a night spent alone
The lamb joint the weasel nose
The final point in our wedding vows
And as the sun rose
I heard you say your place or mine
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