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We can never know about the days to come |
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But we, we think about them anyway |
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And i wonder if i'm really with you now |
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Or just chasing after some finer day |
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Anticipation |
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Anticipation |
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Is making me wait |
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Is keeping me waiting |
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And i tell you how easy it feels to be with you |
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How right your arms feel around me |
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But i, i rehearsed those words just late last night |
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When i was thinking about how right tonight might be |
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Anticipation |
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Anticipation |
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Is making me wait |
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Is keeping me waiting |
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And tomorrow we might not be together |
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I'm no prophet, lord, i don't know nature's ways |
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So i'll try and see into your eyes right now |
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And just stay right here, 'cause these are the good old days |
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Stay right here, 'cause these are the good old days |
