| With our backs all turned to morning light
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| And all our timing gone
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| We can find some common surface
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| To put all our worries on
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| We can pour them out, or let them drip
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| Then split them one by one
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| They can dry out, let them lie out
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| In the eyes of the morning sun
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| Don’t stop waiting, waiting
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| (Don't stop,)
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| 'Til you feel it all
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| When I left you weighing the choices out
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| Then all the light had gone
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| You had tied the ends together
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| Made them fight out all night long
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| Now the good half turns to what you had
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| The bad half’s giving up
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| You can tear it out and bury it, put all your worries off
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| Don’t stop waiting, waiting
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| (Don't stop,)
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| 'Til you feel it all
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| 'Til you feel it all
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| 'Til you feel it all
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| 'Til you feel it all
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| 'Til you feel it all |