On a cold wet
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afternoon
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no room for love and emptiness
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by a freeway
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i confess i was lost in the pages
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of a book
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full of death
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reading how we'll die alone
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and if a god will lay to rest
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anywhere we want to go
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in your house
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i long to be
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room by room
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patiently
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i'll wait for you there
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like a stone
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i'll wait for you there
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alone
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and on my death bed
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i will prey
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to the gods and the angels
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like a pagan
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to anyone who will take me to heaven
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to a place
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i would recall
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i was there so long ago
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the sky was bruised
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the world was black
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and there you led me on
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in your house
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i long to be
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room by room
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patiently
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i'll wait for you there
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liek a stone
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i'll wait for you there
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alone
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in all i read
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till the day was gone
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and i sat in regret
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in 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 till my death
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i will wonder on
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in your house
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i long to be
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room by room
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patiently
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i'll wait for you there
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like a stone
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i'll wait for you there
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alone
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alone
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Like A Stone
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