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Darling it's so dark in this house
Except for this light, my slow candle burning.
I know you're somewhere,
I always did feel it.
I got a new song
You might never hear.
Goodnight Irene,
I got your trouble,
I read your letters,
You sent like a bomb.
And when you're gone,
We're all gonna miss you,
you're perfume like cigarettes and the sea.
My name that you always wore like grief.
Goodnight Irene.
I grew up kind of lonesome, the saint of the sinners
The voice of the dogs, you find in the rain
So I just keep working, I'll just keep driving
Nobody writes the blues anymore
Goodnight Irene,
I got your trouble and I read your letters
You sent like a bomb.
And when you're gone
We're all gonna miss you,
you're perfume like cigarettes and the sea.
My name that you always wore like grief.
And in my mind there is a dream where the telephone rang
Just before the ring took a vow and bend in her hand
In her closet where white dresses hang
Where eyes declaring war, Goodnight Irene.
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