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Morning Glory
Blood
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I lit my purest candle
close to my window
hoping it would catch the eye
of any vagabond who had passed it by
and I waited in my fleeting house
Before he came
I felt him drawing near
Asked him in
I felt the ancient fear
that he had come to my door and jeered
and I waited in my fleeting house
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Tell me stories, I called to the hobo
Stories of Cold, I smiled to the hobo
Stories of old, I knelt to the hobo
and he stood before me
in my fleeting house.
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No, said the hobo
no more tales of time
don't ask me now to wash away the grime
I can't come in 'cause
it's too hard a climb
and he walked away from my fleeting house
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Then you'll be damned
I screamed to the hobo
Leave me alone, I wept to the hobo
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Turn into stone, I knelt to the hobo
and he walked away from my fleeting house
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I lit my purest candle
Close to my window
hoping it would catch the eye
of any vagabond who passed it by
and I waited in my fleeting house
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