| One of these days, I’m waiting on a day
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| When nobody comes to trample my meadow
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| Biding my time, there’s gonna be a time
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| Might take a while, but changes are coming
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| And it won’t be long
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| When everything you said
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| Won’t sit around and pile up with the traffic in my head
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| And when I wake up I won’t see you on the bathroom floor
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| In the tangle of clothes we left lying there
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| Won’t be long, won’t be long
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| One of these times, with company I find
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| I won’t be inclined to leave before sunrise
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| When my eyes, my mouth, my hands, my head
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| Don’t tell me that nobody else will do And it won’t be long
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| When everything you said
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| Won’t sit around and pile up with the traffic in my head
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| And when I wake up I won’t see you on the bedroom floor
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| In the tangle of rope we left lying there
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| Won’t be long, won’t be long
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| Till it’s all gone
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| And it won’t be long
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| When everything you said
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| Won’t sit around and pile up with the traffic in my head
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| And when I wake up I won’t see you by the bedroom door
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| In the wallpaper stain by the cup that I threw at your head |
| It won’t be long, won’t be long
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| And it won’t be long, it won’t be long
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| (won't be, won’t be long) |