| The lantern moon hung high and gold
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| In the cold November sky
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| The locust sang a midnight song
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| And starlight wind was a sigh
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| And you moved me with no hand
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| Like the moon moves the sea
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| What I wouldn’t give for the love that used to be
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| The icy roofs below me now
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| Shelter all the souls within
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| But oh, nothing shelters me
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| From the thought of what could have been
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| Why does laughter remembered
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| Always lead me to tears
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| I’ve got the life I want, but I don’t have what I need
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| Homeless heart
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| Why do you do this to yourself
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| Homeless heart
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| You ought to leave the dust on the shelf
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| Homeless heart
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| There must be someone else in the dark
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| With a homeless, homeless, homeless heart
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| I ache in a place so deep
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| I can’t hide, even in my sleep
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| Slow torture
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| If you walked in on me right now
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| I’d love you so hard
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| You’d wonder how
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| You let me go
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| Why did you let me go
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| The telephone, just sitting there
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| Brings your number to my mind
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| Another piece of yesterday
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| That I should be leaving behind
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| Will I make it to the morning
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| Without hearing your voice
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| Or will I surrender to my
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| Homeless heart
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| Why do you do this to yourself
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| Homeless heart
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| You ought to leave the dust on the shelf
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| Homeless heart
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| There must be someone else in the dark
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| With a homeless, homeless, homeless heart |