It's like a wire this cush of touch
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That holds me near expect so much
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No disregard will tie me down
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I will be waiting, waiting for hours
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50 or 60 she'll leave me completely
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And one of us will coolly hold the other's hand
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No metaphor for this that I can understand
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It's like a wire this cush of touch
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That holds me near expect so much
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No disregard no dieless charm
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I will be waiting, waiting for hours
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I'll be waiting in the shadows of the dead of night (x8)
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Hold me and swathe me remember me daily
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And all that will remain of us is photographs
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No metaphors for this that I can understand
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It's like a wire this cush of touch
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That holds me near expect so much
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No disregard will tie me down
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I will be waiting, waiting for hours
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I'll be waiting in the shadows of the dead of night (x8)
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It's like a wire this cush of touch
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That holds me near expect so much
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No disregard will tie me down
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I will be waiting, waiting for hours
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Waiting in the Shadows in the Dead of Night
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| Little Comets |
