Testo The Lamplighter

Light a candle when the moon goes out
Wouldn’t want for you to fall
All along our wastrel route
Clad in nothing but our shawls

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In the dark I can see them clear
Little candles in the south
How am I to eat your fears
My own are filling up my mouth
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How am I to wake from bed?
How am I to raise your dead?
How am I to shake this dread?
How am I to waste instead?
How am I to wake from bed?
How am I to raise your dead?
How am I to shake this dread?
How am I to waste instead?