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Make yourself ready and it will come |
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Like baby teeth or police at the sound of the drum |
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Sometimes that sound is just spreading hope |
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And we are seeking relief 'til we get some |
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Lost patience, vacations |
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Still it comes like a storm, or sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn |
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Don't make it to heavy or overdone |
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The Tarot chance and the nonsense, those are the ones |
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To send to lovers' friends on the run |
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And don't forget your letters to me, because I need some |
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Lost patience, vacations |
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Still it comes like a storm, or sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn |
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I see your face from where I sit |
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Put a pair of lips on a heart, I think I've got it |
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Soon two, three, four on this kit I subsist |
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Together with knowing I am missed, we are missed |
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Lost patience, vacations |
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Still it comes like a storm, or sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn |
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Now I will tell you what |
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Don't want to shake things up |
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But we're good to go one day |
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Next day, who knows, we're fucked |
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But that's no reason to be tame |
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Love takes new shapes like flames |
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And still it comes, warm, sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn |
