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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, |
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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 |
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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, |
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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, |
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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 |
