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The Waiting Room
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Fight 'til your fists bleed, baby
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Beat the fate-walls enclosing you, maybe
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God will unlock the cage of learning for you
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Fight 'til your fists bleed, baby
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Kick and scream at the wicked things, maybe
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God will unlock the door you need to walk through
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When will it happen, baby?
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It could be near, but then maybe it could be far
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Here we are in the waiting room of the world
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We will wait until you call our name out loud
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In the waiting room of the world
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We will wait until you call our name out loud
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And the battle will never end well
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You can't marry our heaven to your hell
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We, Prolific, and you, the Devourer, need to see
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Some things are sacred, baby
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Why have you gone and trampled them lately
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I guess it's just all a part of your way
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You should be ashamed
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I'm getting tired of fighting
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I guess I should ask, "Do I go quietly down?
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Do I kick, do I scream when I'm bound?
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Are you coming to open the door?
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Are you near?
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Are you near?
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Is it far?"
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Here we are in the waiting room of the world
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We will wait until you call our name out loud
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In the waiting room of the world
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We will wait until you call our name out loud
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The Waiting Room
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| Sixpence None Te Richer |
