| Waiting for somebody to walk in and offer them a miracle
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| Waiting for somebody to walk in and offer them a miracle
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| She’s half crazy
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| She lives her lazy life in her private, private memory
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| She’s like the calm before the storm
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| Before the night, she’s alright, she’s alright
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| It’s so late and how I hate to
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| See her this way, see her this way
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| All alone in the world with her rolling stone on the table
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| Waiting for somebody
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| Waiting for somebody to walk in and offer her a miracle
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| Waiting for somebody to walk in and offer her a miracle
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| He’s so humble and he would crumble
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| If she ever raised her, raised her voice to him
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| He’s like the calm before the storm
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| Before the night, he’s alright, he’s alright
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| It’s so painful, he’s crying softly
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| Oh, why should he be, why should he be
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| All alone in the world and his balls are in the pawn shop
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| Waiting for somebody?
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| Waiting for somebody to walk in and offer him a miracle
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| Waiting for somebody to walk in and offer him a miracle
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| It’s a bad dream and the has been
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| Nothing to while the, while the time away
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| She doesn’t know that she is driving him insane
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| It’s a game, such a shame
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| Separated, so frustrated
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| Beyond the wildest streams
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| All alone in the world and nothing to live or lie for
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| Waiting for somebody
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| Waiting for somebody to walk in and offer them a miracle
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| Waiting for somebody to walk in and offer them a miracle |