| All of the sadness and all of the tears
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| Bottled and labeled and locked up for years
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| 'Til my alarm clock tied up my tongue
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| White flag was soaked with the sorrows I’d wrung
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| Then as the floodgates ripped from their seams
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| All I had stored like a stampede, it seemed
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| The ensuing earthquake sent jars to the ground
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| The glass shattering in a symphonic sound
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| There in the chaos, the waves and the glass
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| The unending questions, like nets that were cast
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| All I could here was the echoes respond
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| «It won’t be long, it won’t be long.»
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| It won’t be long, it won’t be long
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| It won’t be long, it won’t be long
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| It won’t be long, it won’t be long
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| It won’t be long, it won’t be long
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| It won’t be long, it won’t be long
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| Be long, be long, be long, be
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| Be long, be long, be long, be long
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| Be long, be long, be long, be long
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| Be long, be long, be long, be long
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| Be long, be long, be long, be long
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| Be long, be long, be long, be long
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| Be long, be long, be long, be long |