| It isn’t the down time,
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| It’s those times where it’s hard to believe I could be this happy…
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| But I won’t be.
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| My head is clear, my thoughts are mine.
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| I know what’s real, I don’t need a sign.
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| While you cross another line,
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| Living another lie must really suck, really suck this time.
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| And you’re only getting older
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| But you’re still looking for that shoulder to cry on
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| And honestly it’s the last thing that I need.
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| It isn’t the down time,
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| It’s those times where it’s hard to believe I could be this happy…
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| But I won’t be,
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| 'Cause I’m waiting, waiting,
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| Waiting for something to say.
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| Something to say, something to say
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| You told yourself you were doing me a favour.
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| Your wake up call will lift you off the ground and leave you suspended.
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| And with every falling out you find
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| A way to penetrate my mind,
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| I’m waiting for something to say.
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| And with every falling out you find
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| A way to penetrate my mind,
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| I’m waiting (waiting) for something to say.
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| I’m waiting |