| This is a song for those who wait
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| For those who can celebrate
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| For those who always know the way
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| For those who would never say
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| I make you feel bad 'cause it’s full moon
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| I make you feel bad 'cause I hate myself
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| It’s for those who call you on your phone
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| And know what to say without any help
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| And I guess it goes
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| Somewhat like this
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| Are you sure you will love me in the middle of night?
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| When the darkness that’s living outside
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| Makes its way in my mind
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| Are you gonna tell me that I’m gonna be okay?
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| 'Cause I’m not one of those who wait
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| And I cannot celebrate
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| And I always forget the way
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| Because of a musicians brain
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| Yeah take a look at the PET-scan
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| See my hippocampus it is shaped
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| Like a 20 12 10 drum set
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| And that’s where it lives my pain
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| Are you sure you will love me in the middle of night?
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| When the darkness that’s living outside
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| Makes its way in my mind
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| Are you gonna tell me that I’m gonna be okay?
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| Are you gonna tell me, know when I need to be told?
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| And are you sure you will love me in the middle of night?
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| When the darkness that’s living outside (yeah)
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| Makes its way in my mind
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| Are you gonna tell me that I’m gonna be alright? |