from Turning Point
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(Spoken)
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In the deep of the darkest night
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There's a beacon of yellow light
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(singing)
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At the Waffle House
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At the edge of the dark abyss
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The confusion decends like this
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Just deeper and denser
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At the Waffle House
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After the midnight hour
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Scraping the eggs and flour
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From the napkin dispenser
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(Refrain)
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And we who run from our homes
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When the silence of sorrow
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Won't leave us alone
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And we who are out there this late
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Be it heartbreak or highway
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Or some altered state
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When it's time that we slow up
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And wrap both our hands around our cup
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And stay until the feeling goes
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As long as there are broken hearts and dreams
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And all of that highway in between
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The waffle house will never close
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At the Waffle House
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Under the cobalt sky
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The drivers with bloodshot eyes
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At the Waffle House
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If you're facing some bitter truth
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We'll save you a window booth
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And we will be waiting
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When you run from your home
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When the silence of sorrow won't leave you alone
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When you are out there this late
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Be it heart break or highway or some altered state
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When it's time that you slow up
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And wrap both your hands around your cup
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And stay until the feeling goes
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As long at there are broken hearts and dreams
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And all of that highway in between
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The Waffle House will never close
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¨Ï David Wilcox, all rights reserved
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The Waffle House Tango
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David Wilcox |