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there's a telephone smile and it's begging me so |
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to pack all my things and make this long journey home |
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there's a dark icy road and there's a man on tv |
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and he's talking so fast about the reasons why I can't leave |
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there's a bottle of beer on a bus driver's mind |
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there's a time and a place and he's eager to find |
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there's a waitress' birthday on the second of June |
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and it's taking forever for her to turn twenty-two |
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there's a saying in my mind I've heard it before |
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they're the kind of words that you start to ignore |
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it's less of a truth than a question of time |
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that good things come to those who wait |
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so how long will I wait? |