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On a cobweb afternoon in a room full of emptiness |
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By a freeway I confess I was lost in the pages |
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Of a book full of death - reading I will die alone |
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And if we're good we'll lay to rest - anywhere we want to go |
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In your house I long to be |
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I'll wait for you there like a stone |
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I'll wait for you there alo~o~one |
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And on my deathbed I will pray to the gods and the angels |
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Like a pagan to anyone who will take me to heaven |
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To a place I recall I was there so long ago |
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The sky was bruised, the wine was bled - and then you led me o~on |
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In your house I long to be |
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I'll wait for you there like a stone |
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I'll wait for you there alone, alo~o~one |
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And on I read until the day was gone |
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And I sat in regret of all the things I've done |
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For all that I blessed and all that I've wronged |
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In dreams until my death I will wander on |
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In your house I long to be |
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I'll wait for you there like a stone |
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I'll wait for you there alone, alo~o~one... |
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