I trace the lines that run down your face.
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Pouring you in, into disgrace.
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I'll sit back as you leave like this,
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I get pulled into things I miss.
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I am here trying to explain,
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It's been so long I can't complain
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About the things you said you'd hate,
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I don't prefer it, but I can't wait.
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No rest for the weary,
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No sleep for the tired and distressed.
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I guess, there's too much to doubt.
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And there's too much to hate,
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There's so much, I can't wait.
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And I'll wait, I'm still in love like this.
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And I guess, it's impossible to miss.
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Like the back of my neck
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I'm feelin the strain
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of living without,
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inside of hate.
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Will you wait for me?
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Or will you call my name?
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Will you wait for me?
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Wait For Me
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| Jeremiah Freed |
