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Everything comes and goes
Marked by lovers and styles of clothes
Things that you held high and told yourself were true
Lost or changing as the days come down to you
Down to you
Constant stranger, you’re a kind person, you’re a cold person too
It’s down to you
It all comes down to you
You go down to the pick up station craving warmth and beauty
You settle for less than fascination, a few drinks later you’re not so choosy
When the closing lights strip off the shadows on this strange new flesh you’ve found
Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf
You hurry
To the blackness
And the blankets
To lay down an impression
And your loneliness
In the morning there are lovers in the street, they look so high
You brush against a stranger and you both apologize
Old friends seem indifferent, you must have brought that on
Old bonds are broken down
Love is gone
Oh love is gone
Written on your spirit this sad song
Love is gone
Everything comes and goes
Pleasure moves on too early, and trouble leaves too slow
Just when you’re thinking you’ve finally got it made
Bad news comes knocking at your garden gate
Knocking for you
Constant stranger -- you’re an angel
You can crawl -- you can fly too
It’s down to you
It all comes down to you.
-- Joni Mitchell
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