Tim Buckley – Morning Glory (Guitar)

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I lit my purest candle close to my

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Window, hoping it would catch the eye

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Of any vagabond who passed it by

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And I waited in my fleeting house

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Before he came I felt him drawing near

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As he neared I felt the ancient fear

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That he had come to wound my door, and jeer

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And I waited in my fleeting house

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"Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo;

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"Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo;

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"Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo;

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And he stood before me in my fleeting house

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"No," said the Hobo, "No more tales of time;

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Don't ask me now to wash away the grime;

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I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb,"

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And he walked away from my fleeting house

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"Then you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo;

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"Leave me alone," I wept to the Hobo;

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"Turn into stone," I knelt to the Hobo;

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And he walked away from my fleeting house