Icy twinkling in the window,
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It's a sparkle on the snow,
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Hovering to see if I can see you come and go.
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I came down the dark road,
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Arms under my coat,
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And my breath is nearly freezing my eyes closed.
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The car that dropped me off,
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Did it turn around,
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And watch me walk the long way down
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Past the glow of town,
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Like a setting sun,
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Horizon's alive with electric light
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And hum.
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Were you standing in the greeting card aisle
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When you called me up, and
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Held me to the end of your long line
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Have you got me in your bleeding heart file
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Next to Lady Luck
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Well this Light of your Life has drawn the blind.
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There was something about the handwriting that
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Made me keep every scrap,
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Something about the way the eyes
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Looked away at the last.
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I kept something burning on the sill real low,
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But now I don't know.
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Were you standing in the greeting card aisle
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When you called me up, and
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Held me to the end of your long line
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Have you got me in your bleeding heart file
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Next to Lady Luck
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Well this Light of your Life has drawn the blind.
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The wind from the river will swirl like a scream
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And wrap itself around you.
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There may be a friend somewhere down the road,
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But from here you have to walk it out alone.
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'Cause you were standing in the greeting card aisle
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When you called me up, and
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Held me to the end of your long line.
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And you've got me in your bleeding heart file
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Next to Lady Luck.
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And this Light of your Life will not shine twice,
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This Light has drawn the blind.
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Greeting Card Aisle
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Sarah Harmer |