| Life is full of finer things
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| They’re lost and found in the dark
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| It’s the dog by the highway
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| Who said,"Goin' my way?"
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| Now, he lives in your own backyard
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| He was waiting for love
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| You came along and fit the part
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| It’s the whistle from the man
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| With the kindest hands
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| And a Norwegian name you can’t say
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| You meet him in the street
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| Tripping over your own feet
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| He claims you still anyway
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| Waiting for love
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| God forgives your lack of grace
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| Everyone I know
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| From my dust bowl to the city
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| Is waiting for love (love)
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| To start another day
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| They may be shy of heart
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| Oh, their pockets may be empty
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| Yet they are waiting for love (love)
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| And that’s enough to fill our days
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| It’s the heartworn jokes of your dear father
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| And the laughter in your own mother’s heart
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| It’s that plane blowin' in
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| With your love one within
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| Who you’ve ached for in your time apart
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| When you’re waiting for love
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| Life’s a thread of paths to cross
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| Whiter shade of pale is my best kept secret
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| It’s the song that’ll sail me back home
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| It’s a picture in my hand
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| Of my own farm land
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| And the crops that I planted last spring
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| When you’re waiting for love
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| You’ve got the finest life can bring
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| When you’re waiting for love (love)
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| You’ve got enough to fill your days |