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Carpet stained with my red wine |
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I've been staring at the fire |
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I keep looking at the time |
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I'm waiting on you |
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I can hear the howling wind |
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Yes the sound is getting higher |
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As the night is closing in |
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I'm waiting on you |
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Those big black eyes wicked smile |
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That you flash as you walk through my door |
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Into my life |
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Into my life |
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Into my life |
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Won't you come in and sit right down |
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Here let me pour a Stolichnaya |
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Why is it when you come around |
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I'm waiting on you |
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We drink until we get too tired |
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Even though you try to dance for me |
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I still can't light up your fire |
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So I'm waiting on you |
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From time to time I feel so blind |
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And there's still so much more left to do |
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Into my life |
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Into my life |
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Into my life |
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All right |
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You call me on the telephone |
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You say that I am always busy |
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So why am I here all alone |
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Waiting on you |
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I pick you up in my white car |
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I could fall ever so easily |
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Why you keep me hanging on |
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I'm waiting on you |
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Still, those big black eyes wicked smile |
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That you flash as you walk through my door |
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Into my life |