Waiting...
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And the days they speak to me
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With all their history
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Little ways passing phases all so consistently
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As the gazes reached for me with that intensity
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Through this maze of misled praise the words get into me
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Staring at faces of our times to reconcile
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There's always patience waiting for a place in our minds
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And in that autumn you'll find
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Every orphan will loose their need to pine
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Reassure them the world before them
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Staring at faces
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Change...
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Cause words alone will soon dissolve
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And leave us with a face we can't console
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In the zone conscious of tones
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We can't resolve
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Staring at faces of our times to reconcile
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There's always patience waiting for a place in our minds
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And in that autumn you'll find
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Every orphan will loose their need to pine
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Reassure them the world before them
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Staring at faces
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Faces
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Siobhan Donaghy |