It's all coming back to me now.
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But try as I have to keep,
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The taste of you off of my tongue;
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Your face from my fitful sleep.
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An' I wait and hope against hope like before.
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An' I wait an' hope that I won't anymore.
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An' this won't stop till I do.
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Until I learn to kill the thought,
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Of everything I could have said:
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Of everything I wished I'd not.
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An' I wait, hope against hope like before.
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An' I wait, hope that I won't anymore.
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Show rises up from the street,
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An' a crowd rises up to it's feet.
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I followed blind after you:
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I might know better if I'd ever wanted to.
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Instrumental Break.
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The painting here is still not dry,
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An' I can smell it from the door.
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It covers every mark you made:
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The countin' days are keepin' score.
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An' I wait, hope against hope like before.
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An' I wait, an' hope that I won't anymore.
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An' I wait, hope against hope like before.
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An' I wait, an' hope that I won't anymore.
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Hope Against Hope
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Rosanne Cash |