I'm waiting, I wait, for the steps on the path,
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I'm waiting but steps never come
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The sun's burning still,
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And the plans that we made
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Have slowly faded away
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So long, good-bye, to that crazy moaning sky and I'll cast my heart down the well.
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The whole years slowly passed, where the high grass has grown
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By the lake where we used to play
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The ravine's grown so high, round the shaded brick well.
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In the field where we used to play
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So long, good-bye, to that crazy moaning sky and I'll cast my heart down the well.
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The well reprise
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| Tarnation |
