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Tim Buckley
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Morning Glory - 2006 Remastered Version
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
Before he came I felt him drawing near; As he neared I felt the ancient fear That he had come to wound my door and jeer, And I waited in my fleeting house
'Tell me stories,' I called to the Hobo; 'Stories of cold,' I smiled at the Hobo; 'Stories of old,' I knelt to the Hobo; 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 And he stood before 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 high a climb,' And he walked away from my fleeting house
'Then you 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
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