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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 (mmmmm mmm) (mmmmmm mmm) 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 (mmmmmm mmm) (mmmmm mmm) 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? From Letras Mania