Morning Glory - This Mortal Coil

[00:12.090]I lit my purest candle close to my
[00:17.700]Window, hoping it would catch the eye
[00:23.876]Of any vagabond who passed it by
[00:29.498]And I waited in my fleeting house
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[00:39.862]Before he came I felt him drawing near
[00:45.744]As he neared I felt the ancient fear
[00:51.081]That he had come to wound my door and jeer
[00:57.536]And I waited in my fleeting house
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[01:07.641]\"Tell me stories,\" I called to the Hobo;
[01:15.798]\"Stories of cold,\" I smiled at the Hobo;
[01:24.506]\"Stories of old,\" I knelt to the Hobo;
[01:33.473]And he stood before my fleeting house
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[01:43.844]\"No,\" said the Hobo, \"No more tales of time;
[01:49.168]Don't ask me now to wash away the grime;
[01:54.779]I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb,\"
[02:00.940]And he walked away from my fleeting house
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[02:11.420]\"Then you be damned!\" I screamed to the Hobo;
[02:19.550]\"Leave me alone,\" I wept to the Hobo;
[02:27.967]\"Turn into stone,\" I knelt to the Hobo;
[02:36.949]And he walked away from my fleeting house