I am sitting by my window I am thinking of my rent. I am looking through my pockets, And I'm wondering where it went. I am feeling like the devil, Maybe like the devil's wife. I am singing for my supper. I am singing for my life.
Things go up and things go down, And we have all these highs and lows, But are we even in the end, I don't think anybody knows, But when I look from my window I pretend that I'm in france. You know I never have been there But I might jump at the chance.
Tell me what do you do With a troubled mind? Do you sing? do you cry? Do you wait for a better time? Do you think about tomorrow When you're living in today? And can you stop this tide against you, Make it go the other way?
And when I look from my window I can hear the little bird sing And I like to hear those little birds Because then I know it's spring. And spring comes after winter, Surely all of this we know. And spring is really coming, It's just so God damn slow.
I am sitting by my window I am thinking of my rent. I am looking through my pockets And I am wondering where it went. I am feeling like the devil, Maybe like the devil's wife. I am singing for my supper. I am singing for my life.
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