Knowing all the words

Our song challenge continues with part 8:

A song that you know all the words to

Oh, my. There are simply too many choices here. I spent most of high school learning to play songs on guitar and sing them; this process prompted me to memorize many, many, many songs. Many songs.

And then there are songs with no words at all. Millions, and millions of songs.

But let’s assume that instrumentals don’t count.

I’m actually slightly concerned that somebody listed this as part of a “30 Day Song Challenge”, as though finding such a song might be challenging. Or perhaps it’s meant to be revealing?

Well, a cover of this song is coming up in my playlist, and I know every word — so let’s go with that:

Fuck that. Everybody should know every word.

From memory:

It’s four in the morning, the end of December.
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better.
New York is cold, but I like where I’m living — there’s music on Clinton Street all through the evening.

I hear that you’re building your little house deep in the desert.
You’re living for nothing now; I hope you’re keeping some kind of record.
Yes.
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair. She said that you gave it to her that night that you planned to go clear.

Did you ever go clear?

The last time we saw you, you looked so much older. Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder. You’d been to the station to meet every train, and came home alone without Lili Marlene.

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life. And when she came back she was nobody’s wife.

Well.

I see you there with a rose in your teeth. One more thin gypsy thief. I see Jane’s awake.

She sends her regards.

Well, what can I tell you my brother, my killer? What can I possibly say?

I guess that I miss you. I guess I forgive you. I’m glad you stood in my way.

And if you ever come by here — for Jane, or for me — your enemy’s sleeping, and his woman is free.
And thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes. I thought it was there for good, so I never tried.

Jane came by with a lock of your hair. She said that you gave it to her the night that you planned to go clear.

Sincerely,
L. Cohen.

And the cover currently playing? Tori Amos:

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