| Palea, in my youth I would wait for ya
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| But Palea, well, you never came
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| The load is the same
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| The load is the same
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| So silently I will wait for you, silently
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| (One two, one two, one two, one two three)
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| So silently I will wait for you, silently
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| But all the while, you were growing obscene and I’ll
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| Keep your photos on this old machine
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| And once in a while, well I’ll stare at the screen
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| And know that your flowers are finally clean
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| But our love, but our love is becoming obscene
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| So I’ll keep your photos on this old machine
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| And when I am lonesome, well I’ll stare at the screen
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| I’ll stare at the screen
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| In my privacy (in my privacy)
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| Still hope you’ll come back to me (come back to me)
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| So silently I still wait for you, silently
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| Silently I still wait for you, silently |