I am waitin' 'til I don't know when,
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cause I'm sure it's gonna happen then.
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Time keeps creepin' through the neighborhood,
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killing old folks, wakin' up babies
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just like we knew it would.
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All the neighbors are startin' up a fire,
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burning all the old folks the witches and the liars.
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My eyes are covered by the hands of my unborn kids,
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but my heart keeps watchin'
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through the skin of my eyelids.
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They say a watched pot won't ever boil,
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well I closed my eyes and nothin' changed,
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just some water getting hotter in the flames.
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It's not a lover I want no more,
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and it's not heaven I'm pining for,
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but there's some spirit I used to know,
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that's been drowned out by the radio!
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They say a watched pot won't ever boil,
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you can't raise a baby on motor oil,
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just like a seed down in the soil
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you gotta give it time.
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Neighborhood #4 (7 Kettles)
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| The Arcade Fire |
