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[ti:Waiting...] |
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[ar:City and Colour] |
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[al:Bring Me Your Love] |
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[offset:0] |
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A coma might feel better than this, |
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Attempting to discover where to begin. |
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You're weighed down, you're full of something. |
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Of sickness, and desertion. |
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You're weighed down, you're full of something, |
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You're underneath it all. |
| [01:07.03] |
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So say goodbye to love, |
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And hold your head up high. |
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There's no need to rush |
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We're all just waiting, waiting to die. |
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Hoping a better place is all I need, |
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With moments of innocence and mystery. |
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Oh, it's the little things you miss. |
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Like waking up all alone. |
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Oh, it's the little things you miss, |
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When you're underneath it all. |
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So say goodbye to love, |
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And hold your head up high. |
| [03:02.45] |
There's no need to rush |
| [03:07.23] |
We're all just waiting, waiting to die. |
| [03:13.77] |
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All your friends seem like enemies |
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When you're broken down and empty. |
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All your friends seem like enemies |
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When you're broken down and empty. |
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So say goodbye to love, |
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And hold your head up high. |
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There's no need to rush |
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We're all just waiting, waiting to die. |
