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Night descended like a blanket,
On the house where I miss you like a limb.
I close the curtains, shun the working
And I put your record on.
I, the lonely tax collector,
Never had such a feeling before you came.
You descended, I amended
And I need it like a hole in the head.
You took me to the lion's den
And waited for the beast to begin.

[This video is intended for entertainment only and the music and artwork belongs to Dry The River.]