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Crib Notes   Year: 2006 | Run Time: 3:48

Written by Bill Mallonee for CyBrenJoJosh (BMI)

peter pulls his crib notes from his pocket
from a suit that looks like he bought the thing in hell
preaching in that new york rain up on a soapbox
miss dorothy day she's smiling there as well

autumn always makes you feel a little smaller
in the places you've already compromised
you and nine hundred ninety nine starving writers
staring at that new york city skyline

the sidewalk tends to whisper in the same voice
just like it has for two hundred years
the streets are quick to second that emotion
of a million dreamers with their million fears

paid my fare on a train they called the promise
burned my bridges with a pen and a six-string drag
tried to dodge the bullets of immense rejection
since they missed i had to do the job instead

hey baby there is no success like failure
baby there's no failure like success
when it comes to the things of the Spirit
when you're face to face with your more or less

now i'm gladdened by the smile of every stranger
i am pierced by every hard luck story
feel my heart bursting open at every sunset
and i'm smitten at the picture of my boys

and these trains they keep rolling to this city
of new recruits there is no lack
me i'm standing on the sidewalk in the shadows
waiting for the film to fade to black

autumn is willing to lend you
a sigh and a lump in the throat
peter stuffs his papers back into his pocket
and dorothy hands him coffee and that hellish coat

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