| I believe in fires at midnight
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| When the dogs have all been fed
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| A golden toddy on the mantle
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| A broken gun beneath the bed
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| Silken mist outside the window
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| Frogs and newts slip in the dark
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| Too much hurry ruins a body
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| I’ll sit easy, fan the spark
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| Kindled by the dying embers
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| Of another working day
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| Go upstairs, take off your makeup
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| Fold your clothes neatly away
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| Me, I’ll sit and write this love song
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| As I all too seldom do
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| Build a little fire this midnight
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| It’s good to be back home with you
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| Kindled by the dying embers
|
| Of another working day
|
| Go upstairs, take off your makeup
|
| Fold your clothes neatly away
|
| Me, I’ll sit and write this love song
|
| As I all too seldom do
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| Build a little fire this midnight
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| It’s good to be back home with you |