The tiny midnight caravan
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Made its way across the black hills
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As I watched from a distance
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The slow-going glow
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Their wandering you know
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Made me pine
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For the lamplight
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Where you lie
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If I took you darling
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To the caverns of my heart
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Would you light the lamp dear?
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Would you light the lamp dear?
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And see fish without eyes
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Bats with their heads
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Hanging down towards the ground
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Would you still come around
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Come around?
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I believe in you
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In your honesty and your eyes
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Even when I'm sloshing
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In the muck of my demise
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A large part of me
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Is always and forever tied
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To the lamplight
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Of your eyes, of your eyes
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Spelunking
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Laura Veirs |