| Jenny sits all alone and she waits for the one
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| With a handful of charm she will bring back the sun
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| She’s been waiting inside of her house at the end of the world
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| End of the world
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| She sees visions of futures, but not of her own
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| And she cries when she thinks of her empty home
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| She’s been waiting inside of her house at the end of the world
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| End of the world, end of the world
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| Jenny sits and she hopes for a knock at her door
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| For a savior, a king or someone to adore
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| She’s been waiting inside of her house at the end of the world
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| She sees visions of futures, but not of her own
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| And she cries when she thinks of her empty home
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| She’s been waiting inside of her house at the end of the world
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| End of the world, end of the world
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| How will you ever see the end to this if you never leave
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| This little house you hide inside, this little house that you keep?
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| You say you’ll never feign a distance from this place on the hill
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| You know it makes you cry and covers you, the things that you will
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| How will you ever meet the one who could bring back the sun?
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| You live inside yourself and now this house is the only one
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| You live inside yourself and now this house is the only one |