Don't wait, don't wait
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Don't wait, don't wait
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You're way too late
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Don't wait, don't wait
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The beat goes on
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Until it's gone
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She strolls so slowly with her ball and chain
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The cling clang chatters patterns with the patter of rain
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Stares in a mirror cracked in seven different ways
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With holes in her umbrella dripping on her face
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Her makeup running down like the tragedy face
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Alone on a city street surrounded by space
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She opens her mouth to scream and shout out the pain
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But all that comes out are silent sobbing sounds of restrain
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The beat goes on
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Until it's gone
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There comes a time when she will trust her belly
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Not disappear from the world like Machiavelli no
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Forfeit the pride it's not a crime but she's running out of time
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And denies it's showing while her anxiety's growing old
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Don't wait, don't wait
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Don't wait, don't wait
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You're way too late
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Don't wait, don't wait
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The beat goes on
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Until it's gone
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The beat goes on
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Don't wait
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Until it's gone
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Don't wait
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The beat goes on
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Don't Wait
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| Grade 8 |
