As I wake up alone, after years of playing musical homes,
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I am not really sure, 'cause it's all such a blur,
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But I think I'll be home in the fall
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And as my friends live and breathe,
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It seems they're doing just fine without me
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'Cause I walk like a ghost without what meant the most to me
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Back before I had it all
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And it's minutes to hours and hours to days,
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It's cradles then taxes then caskets then graves
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But you've got your own world to burn -
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Don't wait for me, don't wait for me
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And I was feeling alright
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It was just me and Jack Daniel's tonight,
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And I appreciated his company the same
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It reminded me of Tennessee
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And it's minutes to hours and hours to days,
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It's cradles then taxes then caskets then graves
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On these city streets we can't stop for a while,
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We just live out our lives every mile after mile
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But you've got your own world to burn -
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Don't wait for me, don't wait for me
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Don't wait for me
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I'd fly to your arms if only I can move
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And I'd find a way through the turbulent sky
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'Cause I know and you know there's nothing to prove
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This distance ain't only in miles
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And it's minutes to hours and hours to days
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It's cradles then taxes then caskets then graves
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On these city streets we can't stop for a while
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We just live out our life every mile after mile
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But you've got your own world to burn -
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Don't wait for me, don't wait for me
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Don't wait for me, don't wait for me
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So I guess this is the dream,
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But no one said it'd be such a machine.
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Don't Wait For Me
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| The Pink Spiders |
