| Pacing, thinking, pacing, thinking, waiting, waiting
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| Waiting by the phone that never rings
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| Waiting for the letter that the postman never brings
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| Telling me that you’re sorry, that you miss me That I was right, that I was wrong
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| That we could work it out and get along
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| But I’m waiting for the words that never come
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| Sitting smoking in the doorway in dinky town
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| Waiting patiently for you to come around
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| Thinking if I look hard enough into each passing face
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| Maybe they’ll turn into you
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| Or someone to take your place
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| But the people and days pass
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| And I’m still sitting, thinking, drinking on the platform at the station
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| Drowning my sorrows, waiting for the trains to come
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| Having so much fun,
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| Wish you were here
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| Cuz it’s been years since the trains have run
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| And I’m still waiting, waiting, waiting
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| Waiting for the words that never come |