| Make yourself ready and it will come
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| Like baby teeth or police at the sound of the drum
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| Sometimes that sound is just spreading hope
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| And we are seeking relief 'til we get some
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| Lost patience, vacations
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| Still it comes like a storm, or sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn
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| Don’t make it to heavy or overdone
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| The Tarot chance and the nonsense, those are the ones
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| To send to lovers' friends on the run
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| And don’t forget your letters to me, because I need some
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| Lost patience, vacations
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| Still it comes like a storm, or sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn
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| I see your face from where I sit
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| Put a pair of lips on a heart, I think I’ve got it
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| Soon two, three, four on this kit I subsist
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| Together with knowing I am missed, we are missed
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| Lost patience, vacations
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| Still it comes like a storm, or sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn
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| Now I will tell you what
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| Don’t want to shake things up
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| But we’re good to go one day
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| Next day, who knows, we’re fucked
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| But that’s no reason to be tame
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| Love takes new shapes like flames
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| And still it comes, warm, sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn |