| How long would you wait
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| And watch your world turn away
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| Another hour, another day
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| Staring into your own grave
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| And if I die before I get back to New York
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| I won’t have anything to show
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| All my life I hesitate
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| And watch the world pass by
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| And it never seems to changes
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| And be free from this aching
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| Never breath will I make it?
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| What else can I say
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| I got this song inside a cage
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| I sit on fire I wear the pain
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| No one hears it in my brain
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| And if I die before I get back to New York
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| I won’t have anything to share
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| And be free from this aching
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| Never breath will I make it?
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| All my life I hesitate
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| And watch the world pass by
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| It never seems to change
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| And if I die before get back to New York
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| I won’t have anything to show
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| And be free from this aching
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| Never breath will I make it?
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| And be free from this aching
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| Never breath will I make it? |