| This is beginning, we realise
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| We’re celebrating the modest life
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| A chance at your wishes, a wish for more
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| Everyone’s waiting at an open door
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| A sneaking suspicion is in your eyes
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| This sweet indecision can leave you blind
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| Ashes are spilling from your cigarette
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| Everyone’s willing to be a silhouette
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| I’m not waiting, I’m coming for you, my love
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| All this waiting is taking its toll
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| I’m not waiting, I’m coming for you, my love
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| All this waiting is taking its toll
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| They say this is living, it’s just a lie
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| Everyone’s living, but we’re living lies
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| No premonition to justify
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| This intuition is what decides
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| I’m not waiting, I’m coming for you, my love
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| All this waiting is taking its toll
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| I’m not waiting, I’m coming for you, my love
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| All this waiting is taking its toll |