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