| I face the day again
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| Against the window pane.
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| I remain your closest friend,
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| And wish you back again.
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| You wonder how i feel;
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| You think you’ve pushed too far.
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| If only you could see this pen
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| Scribbling down my heart.
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| I’ll be waiting.
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| I may be young or old and gray,
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| Counting the days,
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| But i’ll be waiting,
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| And when i finally see you come,
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| I’ll run when i see you--
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| I’ll meet you.
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| But still the days drag on.
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| Why did you decide to go?
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| Did you only need to see
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| What only time can show?
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| I’ll be waiting.
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| I may be young or old and gray,
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| Counting the days,
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| But i’ll be waiting,
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| And when i finally see you come,
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| I’ll run when i see you.
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| And even if You never do return,
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| Still i will have learned
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| How to love you better.
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| I’ll be waiting.
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| I may be young or old and gray,
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| Counting the days,
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| But i’ll be waiting,
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| And when i finally see you come,
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| I’ll run to meet you.
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| I’ll be waiting.
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| I may be young or old and gray,
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| Counting the days,
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| I’ll be waiting,
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| And when i finally see you come,
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| I’ll run to meet you. |