I didn't have to be thrown in a dungeon
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Or left in a chamber cold and dark
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For such loneliness I'm sure is the same that I endure
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While I'm waiting in the lobby of your heart
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And now I'm waiting waiting in the lobby of your heart
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I'm on the doorstep yet we're so far apart
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Many times I tried you wouldn't let me come inside
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Now I'm waiting waiting in the lobby of your heart
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You could have had me thrown into a prison
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Or bound and tied with shackles on my feet
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Instead of this sad fate to sit alone and wait
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In the lobby of a heart that's cold as sleet
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And now I'm waiting...
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Waiting In The Lobby Of Your Heart
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| Hank Thompson |
