Jesse, come home, there's a hole in the bed
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Where we slept, now it's growing cold
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Jesse, your face and the place where we lay
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By the hearth, all apart, it hangs on my heart
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And I'm leaving the light on the stairs
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No, I'm not scared, I wait for you
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Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home
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Jesse, the stairs and the halls, recalling
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Your step, and I remember too
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All the pictures are shaded and fading in gray
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And I still set a place at the table at noon
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And I'm leaving the light on the stairs
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No, I'm not scared, I wait for you
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Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home
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Jesse, the spread on the bed, it's like
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When you left, I kept it for you
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All the blues and the greens have been recently cleaned
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And are seemingly new,
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Hey Jess, me and you
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Will swallow the light on the stairs
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I'll fix up my hair, we'll sleep unaware
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Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home
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Jesse
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| Roberta Flack |
