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On a cobweb afternoon |
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in a room full of emptiness |
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by a freeway i confess |
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i was lost in the pages |
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of a book full of death |
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reading how we'll die alone |
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and if we're good we'll lay to rest |
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anywhere we want to go |
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in your house i long to be |
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room by room patiently |
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i'll wait for you there |
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like a stone i'll wait for you there |
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alone |
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on my deathbed i will pray |
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to the gods and the angels |
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like a pagan to anyone |
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who will take me to heaven |
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to a place i recall |
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i was there so long ago |
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the sky was bruised |
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the wine was bled |
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and there you led me on |
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in your house i long to be |
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room by room patiently |
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i'll wait for you there |
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like a stone i'll wait for you there |
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alone |
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and on i read |
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until the day was gone |
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and i sat in regret |
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of all the things i've done |
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for all that i've blessed |
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and all that i've wronged |
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in dreams until my death |
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i will wander on |
