Lake Tahoe
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Cold mountain water
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Don’t ever swim there
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Just stand on the edge and look in there
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And you might see a woman down there
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They say some days, up she comes, up she rises, as if out of nowhere
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Wearing Victorian dress.
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She was calling her pet: “Snowflake! Snowflake!”
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Tumbling like a cloud that has drowned in the lake
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Just like a poor, porcelain doll…
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Her eyes are open but no one’s home
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The clock has stopped
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So long she’s gone
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No one’s home
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Her old dog is sleeping
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His legs are frail now
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But when he dreams,
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He runs…
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Along long beaches and sticky fields
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Through the Spooky Wood looking for her.
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The beds are made. The table is laid.
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The door is open, someone is calling ? it’s a woman:
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“Here boy, here boy! You’ve come home!
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I’ve got an old bone and a biscuit and so much love
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Miss me? Did you miss me?
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Here’s the kitchen ? there’s your basket
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Here’s the hall ? that’s where you wait for me
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Here’s the bedroom ? you’re not allowed in there
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Here’s my lap ? that’s where you rest your head
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Here boy, oh you’re a good boy
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You’ve come home
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You’ve come home
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Lake Tahoe
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| Kate Bush |
