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The tiny midnight caravan |
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Made its way across the black hills |
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As I watched from a distance |
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The slow-going glow |
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Their wandering you know |
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Made me pine |
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For the lamplight |
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Where you lie |
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If I took you darling |
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To the caverns of my heart |
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Would you light the lamp dear? |
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Would you light the lamp dear? |
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And see fish without eyes |
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Bats with their heads |
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Hanging down towards the ground |
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Would you still come around |
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Come around? |
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I believe in you |
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In your honesty and your eyes |
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Even when |
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I'm sloshing |
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In the muck of my demise |
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A large part of me |
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Is always and forever tied |
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To the lamplight |
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Of your eyes, of your eyes |
