| And your baby’s hanging on looking at pictures on the phone
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| You’re back at home while I’ve gone away
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| We thought it wouldn’t feel long because aren’t we so independent
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| But the wind out here is strong it blew right through those confidences
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| And the sky’s been coming down as if the green could get more green
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| As if the poppies had just thirst and thought the sun was just a dream
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| The water on the road looks like a river lost control
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| Spilling at the seams and soaking through my jeans
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| And run up to the hill run right through the battery
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| The military men have gone and left this all to me
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| Listen the wind is making songs up in the trees all day long
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| They’re singing more to me they’re making their own reveille
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| I want the lighthouse to be on
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| When the evening’s coming on
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| Cuz when the lighthouse isn’t on
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| The night can feel so long
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| Turn on the lighthouse turn it on
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| So the nights don’t feel so long
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| I’m just out here watching clouds I could be famous for doing this
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| Just thinking thoughts there’s nothing to it
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| And on the days I make it right I got my work to do
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| I can clean up a window then serenade the view
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| But when the sky gets dark and down I just want to be known by you
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| In our lighthouse I can really feel it too
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| I want the lighthouse to be on
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| When the evening’s coming on
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| Cuz when the lighthouse isn’t on
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| The night can feel so long
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| Turn on the lighthouse turn it on
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| Put the million candles on
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| I want the lighthouse to be on
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| When the evening’s coming on
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| Cuz when the lighthouse isn’t on
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| The night can feel so long
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| Turn on the lighthouse turn it on
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| Put the million candles on |