| Light up my lantern, I’ll cut you a path
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| We’ve walked for hours and it’s getting dark
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| We left the roadside in search of aid
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| Wind-screen shattered and tire marks made
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| I’ve never seen someone bleeding like this
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| Rip off your sleeve and clench your wrist
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| I’ll light the stove and sit by the hearth
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| Orangey glow light the wintry dark
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| We kept her bedroom exactly the same
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| Winters they followed and Summers they came
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| He’d bash around, banging down on the floor
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| I sit alone with an eye on the door
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| Stop in this clearing, we’ll stay here tonight
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| Press up against me, I’ll hold you so tight
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| I got these matches, we’ll let off some smoke
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| And maybe they’ll see us and maybe they won’t
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| Blanket of leaves hide the light from the stars
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| I’ll lie awake listening out for cars
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| He stares through curtains when he talks to the night
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| I sit and listen for tires on the drive
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| I keep on waiting and he keep on talking
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| Just stop him talking, please stop him talking
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| No, give me silence
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| Give me silence
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| Give me silence
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| Oh, no… |