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on a cobweb afternoon in a room full of emptiness by a freeway i confess i was lost in the pages of a book full of death reading how we’ll die alone and if we’re good we’ll lay to rest anywhere we want to go (chorus) in your house i long to be room by room patiently i’ll wait for you there like a stone i’ll wait for you there alone on my deathbed i will pray to the gods and the angels like a pagan to anyone who will take me to heaven to a place i call i was there so long ago the sky was bruised the wine w
