when my old friend came crawling up the hill,

broken and bloody,


carrying her hair in clumps in her hands,

i let her right on in,

let her right in.



when she stood at the kitchen window,

staring out at the countryside,

and then she looked my way.

i let her right on in,

let her right in.



and when she was stronger than she'd been before,

i opened the front door.

and then i opened the back door.

and the sunlight poured in.

yeah.

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