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Leftovers

Soberly, I raise my head to beg you for one thin slice of bread since on the table a dirty dish holds the residue of someone else’s wish And there’s nothing left nothing left for me No there’s nothing left nothing left for me Hours later, you lie there still watching more headlights glide above the window sill cause though your mind fights back desperately each new passing car stirs the same old memory So there’s nothing left nothing left for me No there’s nothing left nothing left for me