| I’ve been waiting on delivery to come to me a while
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| It’s been there in my periphery just out of reach
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| I been waiting on so many stars and when i was a child
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| I thought they’d twinkle down
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| The wishes I sent up their way
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| But they betray the ones who pray for happiness
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| Oh, hope my tired friend
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| I followed you right to the end of that road
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| And ill follow it right back to me
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| I been waiting on lovers friends foreign family
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| To think and feel and act the way I want them to
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| I been waiting on the human race to rise to grace for me
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| But i needed them to be the ones, the rule of thumbs
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| The monks the nuns the major drums for happiness
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| Oh, hope my tired friend
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| I followed you right to the end of the road
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| And I’ll follow it right back to me
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| Every little flower in the field
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| Every little death upon my windshield
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| Every set of eyes that drive by
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| Every single thing has been a sign
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| I been overlooking everything that’s right in front of me
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| I been searching for the message from beyond
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| I been chasing the horizon line the end of time |
| The sacred sign the holy wine of happiness
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| Oh, hope my tired friend
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| I’ll followed you right to the end of the road
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| And i’ll follow it right back to me
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| I’ll follow it right back to me i’ll follow it back hey
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| Every little broken highway line
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| Every single thing’s been a sign |