It's dark in your front door
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The pungent smell habitually hits the nose
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Your house was under the roof -
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It's a little closer to the stars.
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You walked slowly, returning from the war,
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With the sweet feeling of victory
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With bitter guilt.
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Here is your house, but at the door
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Already a new castle.
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We've been waiting here for so long
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But you couldn't go back.
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And the last night passed in this house in tears.
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And you didn't come again
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And fear entered the house.
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Fear stared into her eyes
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Reflection in dark glass.
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Fear said it would be better this way
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Her and you.
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He showed her the door and the new lock,
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He put the key into her hands and did so
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So that you can't come back.
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And you went out into the yard, and you sat under the window,
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Like an abandoned dog.
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And just a little away,
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Yes, it's a little cold.
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And you realized that if you were in a hurry, you could be in time.
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Yes, what to do now -
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You took out your guitar and started to sing.
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And the neighbors are noisy - they can't understand
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When you want to sing
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The neighbors don't like your songs
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They are used to being patient.
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They are used to entering this dark entrance every day.
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If there's a prohibition sign, they know
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There is a detour somewhere nearby.
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And you yelled a merry song
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With a sad ending.
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And the men came to the noise, and you pulled out a match -
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You be the messenger.
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An empty tin can filled with wine.
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And here you are a little warmed up -
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Now fight sleep.
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And then you told them everything
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And about how he was in the war
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And one of them shouted: "You're lying, musician!"
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And you pressed against the wall.
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You hit first, that's what your father taught you from an early age.
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And you still had time to look at the window -
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At this time she
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Turned off the light.
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It's dark in your front door
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The pungent smell habitually hits the nose.
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Your house was under the roof -
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It's a little closer to the stars.
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You walked slowly, returning from the war,
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With the sweet feeling of victory
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With bitter guilt. |