| Evan by the light
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| She waits to hear my shoes
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| And through the night
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| She reads the Street Lamp News
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| You know she gets no news from me
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| And when the morning comes, end of my day
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| Dragging my way home
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| I can feel the cold
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| It whips across my face
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| I think of her, she brings me back to days
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| We laughed in warmer places then
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| But still the morning comes, end of my day
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| Lighting my way homeward
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| But when I see her smiling
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| 'Cause I know that she loves me still
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| I say we’ll stay together
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| 'Cause I hope that we always will
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| Don’t leave my side, she might
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| I work at night and Evan works by day
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| And though I see her not at all
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| She’s got to know she’s mine
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| That’s all
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| You know she gets no news from me
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| And when the morning comes, end of my day
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| Dragging my way homeward
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| But when I see her smiling
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| 'Cause I know that she loves me still
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| I say we’ll stay together
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| 'Cause I hope that we always will
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| And though I’m tired I say I’d wish you’d stay and talk to me awhile
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| I smile and she tries not to look so sad
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| She’s off for work. |
| I must be mad
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| Evan, if you knew the things I’d like to say
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| I’m here with you, though really I’m far away
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| We’ll try to find another way
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| Another evening comes, end of her day
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| Dragging her way home |