| In some ways some may say it’s all coming together
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| As I shuffle around to the sound of unsettled
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| But the line is drawn to get to where you are whenever
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| In a sore set, I’ma stick it out for the better
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| I’ll wait up on you
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| What’s there left to do?
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| It’s that or roll and lose
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| What a drag that’d be
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| I’ll wait up on you
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| In some ways some may say it’s all coming together
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| As I shuffle around to the odds of forever
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| But I count my chances with you as blessings from heaven
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| When the white day comes, that’s when we’ll call it even
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| I’ll wait up on you
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| What’s there left to do?
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| It’s that or roll and lose
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| What a drag that’d be
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| Oh, I’ll wait up on you
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| What’s there left to do?
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| It’s that or roll and lose
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| What a drag that’d be
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| In some ways some may say it’s all coming together
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| As I shuffle around to whatever
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| I’ll wait up on you
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| What’s there left to do?
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| It’s that or roll and lose
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| What a drag that’d be
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| Oh, I’ll wait up on you
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| What’s there left to do?
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| It’s that or roll and lose
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| What a drag that’d be |