| Waste away the days
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| Waiting on a new age
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| But time betrays me
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| And I get older one more year
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| Walk London’s windy streets
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| Go anywhere but home
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| 'Cause I’m looking for the secrets
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| That only cobblestones hold
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| Only the cobblestones know
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| And I’ve never been so sure
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| That after all these years, I’ll never learn
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| That heavenly creatures never come
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| You’ve got a knife-throwing kind of love
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| But your silence cuts the deepest
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| And I know I’ve made a mess of things
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| And I’m sorry for all that
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| Wish we could get the time back
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| Because I’ve never been so sure
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| That after all these years, I’ll never learn
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| That heavenly creatures never come
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| Wait for it
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| Wait for it
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| Now I’m staring at the sun
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| As if there’s a riddle I’m not in on
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| 'Cause the wolves howl to the Moon
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| And she never answers back
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| No, she never answers back
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| And after all these years, I’ll never learn
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| That heavenly creatures never, never been so sure
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| That after all these years, I’ll never learn
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| That heavenly creatures never come, oh
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| Waste away the days
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| Waiting on a new age |