| I been waitin' 'round here for too long
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| Hopin' love would find a way
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| Wishin' you were good for me
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| And that time would surely prove me wrong
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| I been askin' nature for a sign
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| Listenin' for a certain call
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| Some kind of writin' on the wall
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| A pattern in the lack of a design
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| There was a time when you were good to me
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| And we took on new frontiers
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| There was a time that you were kind to me
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| But baby, it’s been years
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| I been waitin' 'round here for too long
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| Lettin' dust collect on my
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| Sense of who I am and I
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| Believe you saw this comin' all along
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| There was a time when you were good to me
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| And we took on new frontiers
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| There was a time that you were kind to me
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| But baby, it’s been years
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| Baby, it’s been years since I knew how to move you
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| Can’t recall the last time you said my name the way you used to
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| All these years, and what do we have to show?
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| We been picking up the pieces far too slow
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| Years
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| Years |