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Light my way home
My boots are worn through
And I’m soaked to the bone with snow
Light my way home
My boots are worn through
And I’m soaked to the bone with snow
Oh how the tables turn
How the tables turn
Right round
How the tables turn
So lady
Light my way home
My boots are worn through
And I’m soaked to the bone with snow
Drag me through town
In the stillness of night
In the wet winter streets
I’ll drown
And I couldn’t resist if I wanted
You gave me your hand and the keys to your treasure
What my frost-bitten fingers stole from you
These hands that you trusted just fed seven vices
In a mild psychosis
Instead of golden sun
So lady
Light my way home
My boots are worn through
And I’m soaked to the bone with snow
Drag me through town
In the stillness of night
In the wet winter streets
I’ll drown
Help me get home
There’s no holes left to hide
And they don’t like me drinking alone
These vices have won
My boots are worn through
But your sole mending days are done
Oh how the tables turn
Oh how the tables turn
