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Seven days, seven more days, she'll be coming |
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I'll be waiting at the station |
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For her to arrive |
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Seven more days, all I gotta do is survive |
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She been gone ever since I've been a child |
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Ever since I seen her smile |
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I never forgotten her eyes |
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She had a face that outshined the sun in the skies |
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I've been good, I've been good while I'm waiting |
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Maybe guilty of hesitating |
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But I've been hanging on |
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Seven more days, all that'll be gone |
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There's kissing in the valley |
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Thieving in the alley |
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Fighting every inch of the way |
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Trying to be tender |
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With somebody I remember |
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In a night that's always brighter than the day |
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Seven days, seven days are a-blowin' |
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And the whistle will be blowing |
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She'll be coming forth |
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My beautiful comrade from the north |
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There's fighting in the valley |
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Thieving in the alley |
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Fighting every inch of the way, trying to get a lead on |
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Somebody get a feed on |
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And the lights are always brighter than the day |
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Seven days, I don't know when the wind is blowing |
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And the whistle will be blowing |
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She'll be coming fast |
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My beautiful comrade from the north |
