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Jesse come home |
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There's a hole in the bed |
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Where we slept |
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Now it's growing cold |
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Hey jesse, your face |
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In the place where we lay |
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By the hearth, all apart |
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It hangs on my heart |
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And I'm leaving the light on the stairs |
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No I'm not scared - I wait for you |
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Hey jesse, I'm lonely, come home |
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Jesse, the floors and the boards |
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Recalling your step |
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And I remember, too |
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All the pictures are fading |
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And shaded in grey |
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But I still set a place |
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On the table at noon |
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And I'm leaving a light on the stairs |
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No I'm not scared - I wait for you |
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Hey jesse, I'm lonely, come home |
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Jesse, the spread on the bed |
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Is like when you left |
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I've kept it all for you |
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And all the blues and the greens |
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Have been recently cleaned |
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And they're seemingly new |
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Hey jes, me and you |
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We'll swallow the light on the stairs |
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We'll do up my hair |
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We'll sleep unaware |
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Hey jesse, I'm lonely, come home |