| There’s a telephone smile and it’s begging me so
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| To pack all my things and make this long journey home
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| There’s a dark icy road and there’s a man on TV
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| And he’s talking so fast about the reasons why I can’t leave
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| There’s a bottle of beer on a bus driver’s mind
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| There’s a time and a place and he’s eager to find
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| There’s a waitress' birthday on the second of June
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| And it’s taking forever for her to turn twenty-two
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| There’s a saying in my mind I’ve heard it before
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| They’re the kind of words that you start to ignore
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| It’s less of a truth than a question of time
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| That good things come to those who wait
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| So how long will I wait?
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| Oh how long will I wait?
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| Oh how long will I wait?
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| How long will I wait? |