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(I'm still) |
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This room gets smaller with every coat of paint, |
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Nobody ever got better this way, hey, hey, |
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(I'm still)Hey, hey, hey, hey |
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It's been two mean seasons |
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They say you won't come back, |
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They say a girl who's decent would long be in her blacks by now, |
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But I'm no young widow |
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Like they're calling me in town |
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I leave the light on in your window |
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If I have to burn the whole thing down, |
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And I, (I'm still) I've stopped, (waiting) |
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But the pilot light's the only guide to call you home, |
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And I, (I'm still) I've stopped, (waiting) |
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But the pilot light's the only beacon in the snow |
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After they turned the power out, |
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After the candle sticks burned down, |
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I burned the furniture, the picture frames, all the fabric in the house, |
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I turned to photographs, |
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Your voice came through the cold, |
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Last words you said to soothe my nervousness, |
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"Keep one light on, I'll always find my way" |
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I tore the pages from your books, |
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Wallpaper down,and then I took myself upstairs, |
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And your straight razor to my braids |
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And I, (I'm still) I've stopped, (waiting) |
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But the pilot light's the only guide to call you home, |
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And I, (I'm still) I've stopped, (waiting) |
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But the pilot light's the only beacon in the snow |
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When I exhausted all the timber, |
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The house was dark for days, |
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Since I thought to remove the oven door, |
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I've been kneeling here to guard this flame, |
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The neighbors have stopped calling now |
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Their children come throw stones, |
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And the papers from the banker say they doubt you're coming home, |
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They found a man you know, |
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A drifter in the barn last year, |
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While I was sleeping, |
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Must have made it to the house, |
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They found him frozen in your clothing here |
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And I, (I'm still) I've stopped, (waiting) |
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But the pilot light's the only guide to call you home, |
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And I, (I'm still) I've stopped, (waiting) |
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But the pilot light's the only beacon in the snow |
