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Famous Blue Raincoat
Leonard Cohen
uitv. Jennifer Warnes



It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening
I hear that you're building
Your house deep in the desert
Are you're living for nothing now
Hope you're keeping some kind of record

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
But she never turned up, I mean Lili Marlene
So you treated some woman
To a flake of your life
And when she got home
She was nobody's wife

Well, I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake
She sends her regards

And what can I tell you, oh what can I tel you
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad that you stood in my way
And if you ever come by here,
Be it for Jane or for me
I wants you to know your enemy is sleeping,
I wants you to know your woman is free

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never really tried
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Sincerely, a friend


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