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Standing on the corner, plastic cup in her hand Standing on the corner, saving for some gin You don't need to ask where she's been or what's up She'll gladly tell you about the life she had Before she had the cup, standing by the window Gla*s of milk in his hand What could I have done, what could I have said? Broken gla*s spilled milk lying on the floor looking dead Window pain, cutting through the rain looks so easy Frame by frame, looking for a name To claim on a breezy afternoon and the ends coming soon And the ends coming soon So many people hold a cup So many die drinking milk in front of a window I once knew a woman who got in the way Of the intentions of a windy day Don't hold a cup in any season Don't' make me choose between rhyme or reason Don't drink that milk in front of that window You might as well blame it on the will that the wind chose