Lamp light, street light, guide my way
To the other side of the city. Day
Is coming and I've worked all night
And want to sleep in to the bright.
Lamp light, headlight, guide my way
To other side of the country. May
I be well guarded from demise
That inebriated drunkards sign.
Lamp light, room light, guide my way
To the other side of dreamscapes. Lay
Right down my weary flesh and bones
It's time to die and go.
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For The Weeping Angel
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