Song entry - Doing Dylan

Pawnshop

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MY HEART IS LIKE A PAWNSHOP

My heart is like a pawn shop
Where the empty shelves of mourning
Meet with calloused hands of loss
I trade for crumpled cash and some sad ticket stub
That I shove down in my pocket
Where it’s as worthless as a broken watch
My heart is like a pawn shop

Where gold chains and deadly weapons
Sad guitars and family jewels
Lie in wait behind glass counters
For mistakes by other fools
Where beneath that cruel florescent light
They’ll be compelled to take a shot
My heart is like a pawn shop

I have tasted of the Tree of Life A bitter fruit between my teeth I took a bite, and it wasn’t ripe I spit it out and I lost the seed

Now I wage bets against tomorrow
That rob the present of its breath
And carve warm and tender moments
Into cold ambivalence
So I can turn and run ‘way, quickly
From things I never dreamed I’d hock
My heart is like a pawn shop
My heart is like a pawn shop

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Pawnshop

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