| I wait for something, You gave me nothing
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| I wait for something real. |
| Something
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| This broken day will come and go
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| Broken and battered with nothing to show
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| Could this be the better part of my life
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| Something to hold onto white-knuckle tight
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| I wait for something, You gave me nothing
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| I wait for something real, Something real
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| In the air I hear the sound of your voice
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| Too many questions with no clear choice
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| On my mind are the clouds of your sky
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| Will they rain down on you the day that I shine
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| I wait for something, You gave me nothing
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| I wait for something real, Something real
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| I get down on my knees, With open wrists begging please!
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| Oh won’t you be my. |
| Angel of Sweet Nothing, yeah
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| All that was said about the feelings I’ve bled. |
| I want to disappear
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| My peddled flower, my finest hour. |
| I've grown so tired of living this lie
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| I wait for something, You gave me nothing
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| I wait for something real, I wait for what you hate
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| I wait for something, You gave me nothing
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| I wait for something real.
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| I get down on my knees, With open wrists begging please
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| Oh won’t you be my. |
| Angel of Sweet Nothing, yeah |