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It's not far
I can walk
Down the block
To TableTalk
Close my eyes
I just make the pies all day

Plastic cap
On my hair
When I used to mind
Now I don't care
I used to mind
Now I don't care
Cause I'm grey

Did I show you this picture of my nephew
Taken at his big birthday surprise
At my sister's house last Sunday
Now it's Monday and I'mmaking pies
I'm making pies
I'm making pies
I'm making pies

Thursday nights
I go and type
Down at the church
With Father Mike
It gets me out
And he ain't hard to like
At all

Jesus stares at me
In my chair
With his big blue eyes
And his honey brown hair
And he's looking at me
Way up high
On the wall

Did I show you this picture of my sweetheart
Taken of us before the war
With the Greek and his Italian girl
One Sunday at the shore

They tied a ribbon to the fire escape
It was taken by the birds
Who flew home to the country
As the bombs rained on the world

5am
Here I am
Walking the block
To TableTalk
I lose my eyes
And just make pies all day
I'm making pies
I'm making pies
I'm making pies
I'm making pies

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