Searching for diamonds in a sulphur mine,
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leaning on props that are rotten,
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hoping for anything, looking for a sign
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that I am not forgotten.
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Lost in a labyrinth of future mystery,
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tracing my steps, all mistaken,
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trusting to everything, praying it can be
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that I am not forsaken.
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I wait by the door, wondering
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when you will come and keep me warm;
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I pray for the end of the night,
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hoping the light will still the storm
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which presently entraps me:
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helpless sea-monster stranded on the shore,
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marooned in an ecstasy of waiting,
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I yearn, although knowing that I shall dive
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no more in the tide already racing.
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My lungs burst to cry: "Finally
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how could you leave me here to die?
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I freeze in the chill of this place
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with no friendly face to smile goodbye -
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how could you let it happen?"
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How could you let it happen?
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Dreams, hopes and promises,
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fragments out of time,
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all of these things ahve been spoken...
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still you don't understand how it feels
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when I'm waiting for them to be broken.
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My Room (Waiting For Wonderland)
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Van Der Graaf Generator |