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Writing the lines as they come to me
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Scratching them out almost immediately
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Don't know what it's done to me.
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Well, it's cold, it's wet and it's been raining all night
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And there's a letter I've been trying to write
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Something better waiting somewhere for me.
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One of them is sitting on the wrong coast
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One awaits an answer by return post
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Waiting, waiting (waiting)...
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Try to remember how long it's been
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When there was more to us then paper and pen
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Think how easy it is to conceal.
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And I know when we're together again
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We'll be strangers for an hour and then
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We'll have to figure out if this thing is real.
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And one of them is sitting on the wrong coast
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One awaits an answer by return post
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Waiting, waiting (waiting)...
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Cold and wet and rain all night
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There's a letter I gotta write
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Something better is waiting for me.
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One of them is sitting on the east coast
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One awaits an answer by return post
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Waiting, waiting (waiting)...
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And take a drink and staring out the window
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Wondering how long this can continue
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Waiting, waiting...
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