is this what you wanted
at the end of the night
to stare down your life?
but there you are, black as the question
you’ve been here before
you’ve stood at the door
tell me it’s worth the climb out of my life this time
and call to me every hour to tell me again
and once again I’ve been dismantled
under gin and Jolene
and the Rochester rain
and overhead, heavy booted
you’re searching the rooms
I know that it’s you
oh tell me it’s worth the climb out of my life this time
and call to me every hour to tell me again
and I’ll tell you it’s worth the climb out of your life this time
I’ll call to you every hour to tell you again
is this what you wanted?

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