Ruth

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Coming through the filter, sweet
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 upon my lips
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The smoke mollifies the lung 
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into which it rips
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 In a sunlit tavern, in a corner 
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booth
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Sucking stale popcorn, there i 
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met dear ruth
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She'd only just lost the baby, 
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seven months and a week
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Drank a month of seagrams, kissed 
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me on the cheek

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Never would've been my style
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But i could spot it from a mile
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That it would mean a world of good
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If we got friendly for a while
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Oh, what a dear
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My dear girl might have been

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In my nine dollar room
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There was nothing on tv
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She asked if she could use my 
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toothbrush
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"it don't bother me"
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"i thank you for the company," 
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she most solemnly said
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When i woke the next morning
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She had fallen from the bed
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Quite a sight, i have to say
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Where once had blossomed a bouquet
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Now all but wilting like a leaf
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 In the ruthless light of day
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Oh, what a dear
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My dear girl might have been

Ruth, sweet girl
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There's no place for you
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Here in my little nine dollar room