| Jesse come home, there’s a hole in the bed
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| Where we slept; |
| now it’s growing cold
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| Jesse your face, in the place where we lay
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| By the hearth, all apart, it hangs on my heart
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| And I’m leaving the light on the stairs
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| No I’m not scared; |
| I wait for you
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| Hey Jesse, it’s lonely, come home
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| Jesse the stairs in the halls, recalling
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| Your step; |
| and I remember too
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| All the pictures are shaded and fading in grey
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| And I still set a place on the table at noon
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| And I’m leaving the light on the stairs
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| No I’m not scared; |
| I wait for you
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| Hey Jesse, it’s lonely, come home
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| Jesse the spread on the bed
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| It’s like when you left, I kept it for you
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| All the blues and the greens have been recently cleaned
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| And are seemingly new; |
| hey Jess, me and you
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| We’ll swallow the light on the stairs
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| I’ll fix up my hair, we’ll sleep unawares
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| Hey Jesse, it’s lonely, come home |