| Bring in the light wood, the sun is all dry
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| The matchbox whistler is all cheeks and smiles
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| From a walk in the snow with smoke in the sky.
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| Hand over hand with ears in the wool
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| Quick, close the door 'cause the winter is cruel
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| I saved your life once, now don’t you be a fool.
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| Remember the ashes
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| Remember the black
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| Remember the oak walking stick in your back
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| Remember the knife and the blue steel stars
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| He ran away cold and left you at the bar.
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| The oven is hot and your supper if free
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| So take off your boots and I’ll put on the tea
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| 'Cause it’s no easy hike through those city streets.
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| Hat on the nail, the old dusty black
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| Is saved for your brother if he ever comes back
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| But he’s gone, and he’s gone down his lonely track.
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| Remember the cold, the snow, and the moon
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| The crowds inside with liquor in their tune
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| Remember his breath and the hatred it kept
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| He ran away cold and left you on the step.
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| Now watch him run from you, run from you, run from you
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| Now watch him run from you, run from you, run from you
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| Now watch him run from you, run from you, run from you
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| Now watch him run from you, run from you, run from you.
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| He’d wait in the trees as a boy yea high
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| With peace and quiet as a cloud in the sky
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| And he’d wait for the sparrows until the sun was dry.
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| Remember the dark, remember the light
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| The cold of the snow, the heat of the flight
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| I remember it all and I’m really quiet sure
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| He ran away cold and left you at the door.
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| Now watch him run from you, run from you, run from you
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| Now watch him run from you, run from you, run from you
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| Now watch him run from you, run from you, run from you
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| Now watch him run from you, run from you, run from you.
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| Bring in the light wood, the sun is all dry
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| Whistle a tune as you light up the fire
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| 'Cause the snow’s on the ground
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| And the smoke’s in the sky. |