1. Jesse,come home, there's a hole in the bed where we slept.
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Now it's growing cold.
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Hey, jesse, your face in the place where we lay by the hearth all apart.
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It hangs on my hand and I'm leaving the light on the stairs,
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no I'm not scared.
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I wait for you, Hey, jesse, I'm lonely, come home.
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2. Jesse, the floors and the bars, recalling your steps
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and I remember, too.
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All the pictures are fading and shaded in gray
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but I still set a place on the table at noon
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and I'm leaving the light on the stairs, no I'm not scared.
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I wait for you, Hey, jesse, I'm lonely, come home.
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3. Jesse, the spread on the bed is like when you left.
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I've kept it up for you.
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All the blues and the greens have been recently cleaned
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and it's seemingly new.
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Hey, Jesse, me and you, We will swallow the light on the stairs.
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No, I'm scared, I wait for you, Hey, jesse, I'm lonely, come home.
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Jesse
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