.Street lights flicker and die.
I think it's time to come inside.
It's been a while.
I want to hear your pointy shoes tapping on the hardwood.
These empty homes we can make them good.
We've got a sleeping bag, a wind-up clock and a puffy coat.
For most of us, ain't.
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