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Two weeks have passed |
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Since she last asked me for an answer |
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And I'm sorry now |
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But thinking back |
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I thought that |
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Maybe I could please you but |
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I can't so now |
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I made your bed while you were in the shower |
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I guess I think at a hundred miles an hour |
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And any minute she'll be back |
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To ask me if |
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I got the answer now |
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Still she waits for me |
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Still she waits for me |
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Miss independent, you've got everything you need |
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To make it on your own |
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You say you're happy but |
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I know that |
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You're still waiting on the telephone |
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We started out when everything was easy |
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But you're still thinking about the way we could have been |
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Two weeks have passed since she last asked me |
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For an answer and |
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I'm sorry now |
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Still she waits for me |
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Still she waits for me |
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Still she waits for me |
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Still she waits for me |
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I'm putting pressure on my wounds |
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To stop the bleeding but |
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I'm passing out |
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Can't ask me back or make me better |
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You're the devil and you bring me down |
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Don't want to tell you about the way |
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I really feel |
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But you're still pushing a heart that's only made of steel |
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And any minute you'll be back |
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To ask me if |
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I got the answer now |
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Still she waits for me |
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Still she waits for me |
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Still she waits for me |
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Still she waits for me |
