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Pacing, Thinking, |
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Pacing, Thinkingwaiting, waiting |
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Waiting by the phone that never rings |
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Waiting for the letter |
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That the postman never brings |
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Telling me that you're sorry, that you miss me |
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That I was rightm that |
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I was wrong |
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That we could work it out and get along |
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But I'm waiting for the words that never come |
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Sitting smoking in the doorway in |
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DinkytownWaiting patiently for you to come around |
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Thinking if |
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I lok hard enough |
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Into each passing face |
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Maybe they'll turn into you |
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Or someone to take your place |
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But the people and days pass |
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And I'm still sitting, thinking |
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Drinking on the platform at the station |
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Drowning my sorrows |
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Waiting for the train to come |
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Having so much fun, wish you were here'cause it's been years since the trains have run |
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And I'm still waiting, waiting, waiting |
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Waiting for the words that never come |
