It's been three days of drums and snares,
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out on the streets and in my head,
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the piccolos are in this band,
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with you and me just lying and,
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saying "I'll wait",
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saying "always"
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To have the chance to be so kind,
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to someone else who doesn't mind,
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is getting rare and often times,
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it seems to scare the wandering eye,
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looking always,
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saying "I'll wait"
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This convalesce it is broke,
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comforts the test letting go,
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you snare the game of our heart,
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but you went nacht
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So please stow this heart,
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it's cold, it's hard,
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I wandered off under the news,
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the bezzle town on troll abuse,
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just thinking of some name I knew,
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without a sense of self to use,
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saying "I'll wait"
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saying "always"
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And offer come, as soon as I,
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knew who it was who wasn't mine,
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you had convinced me of the white,
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and so I left myself behind,
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saying "I'll wait"
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saying "always"
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Troll Nacht
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| The Dodos |
