| I wish the nights were warm again this month
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| We could stay up all night
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| Occupy the porch on the front
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| Of the house where we might
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| Always forget to replace the bulb in the glass
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| Rectangular vase
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| The lamp on the street flickers on through the trees
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| And I can see your face
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| Kicked in and dark inside
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| Lit below and burning white
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| Kicked in and left at once
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| Folded, found and cut the light
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| Well I’ve never had one of these before
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| And it’s stronger than I thought
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| Someone put the glass in my hand and
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| Romanced by the shape I was
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| He said «rocket fuel is the key»
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| He called it clear and hard
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| And it wipes me out
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| And it warms me up
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| Well I hope so
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| Cause it’s bitter cold
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| Folded, found and cut the light
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| Folded, found and cut the light
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| Kicked in and left at once
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| Kicked in and burning white
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| Kicked in and left at once |