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At Last - Jukebox the Ghost |
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He was a songwriter writing songs about a girl |
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She was a ghostwriter lying to the world |
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And in deep anticipation |
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Of a day that she had written |
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And by her own admission she'd be picked up kissed and twirled |
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He was a fearful boy watchful of the earth worried that it might split apart and he wouldn't hear it first |
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And he'd be caught in some position like a broken old physician and worst of all he feared that it would hurt |
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He's pouring his heart out is nothing gonna come of that So when can he finally say at last at last at last at last |
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Oh i thought you'd never ask |
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Oh 700 letters she cataloged them all |
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Dated them and numbered them and then hid them down below |
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She would always keep them once a year she'd read them each time she'd be thinking somehow he must know |
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She's pouring her heart out is nothing gonna come of that So when can she finally say at last at last at last at last oh i thought you'd never ask |
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Outside of his apartment the night was blanketed in mist she stood looking up at his light and thinking what it meant |
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It meant that he was in there breathing what was it he was thinking It was of her she wished she wished |
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They're pouring their hearts out is nothing gonna come of that |
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So when can they finally say at last at last at last at last oh I thought you'd never ask |
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At last at last at last at last |
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Oh I thought you'd never ask |
