| On a cobweb afternoon,
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| In a room full of emptiness
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| By a freeway I confess
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| I was lost in the pages
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| Of a book full of death;
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| Reading how we'll die alone.
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| And if we're good we'll lay to rest,
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| Anywhere we want to go.
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| In your house I long to be;
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| Room by room, patiently,
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| I'll wait for you there like a stone.
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| I'll wait for you there alone.
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| And on my deathbed I will pray
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| To the gods and the angels,
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| Like a pagan to anyone
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| Who will take me to heaven;
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| To a place I recall,
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| I was there so long ago.
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| The sky was bruised, the wine was bled,
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| And there you led me on.
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| In your house I long to be;
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| Room by room, patiently,
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| I'll wait for you there like a stone.
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| I'll wait for you there alone, alone.
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| And on I read until the day was gone;
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| And I sat in regret of all the things I've done;
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| For all that I've blessed, and all that I've wronged.
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| In dreams until my death I will wander on.
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| In your house I long to be;
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| Room by room, patiently,
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| I'll wait for you there like a stone.
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| I'll wait for you there alone, alone. |