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I'm waiting on faith and compromise |
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I'm staying plastered to the floor tonight |
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As I'm waiting up on faith and compromise |
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You called me without warning |
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One Wednesday early morning |
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Now Wednesdays will never be the same again |
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Long distance call from Georgia |
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Sweet southern speak is what you gave to me |
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It was all I needed |
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'Cause I'm waiting on faith and compromise |
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I'm staying plastered to the floor tonight |
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Just hoping it'll be alright |
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'Cause I'm trading all my hopes and fears |
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Praying that all my expectations die |
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As I'm waiting up on faith and compromise |
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Your face now burns in my head |
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And I can't shaking this feeling |
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That you could be the first to be my last |
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Before you call I'll answer |
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Before you speak I'll hear you |
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Just promise me you'll listen as i dream |
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And you'll find me |
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'Cause I'm waiting on faith and compromise |
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I'm staying plastered to the floor tonight |
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Just hoping it'll be alright |
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'Cause I'm trading all my hopes and fears |
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Praying that all my expectations die |
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As I'm waiting up on faith and compromise |
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You were the last thing on my mind |
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The first thing on my lips |
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Staying up all night just to hear from you |
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'Cause I'm waiting on faith and compromise |
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I'm staying plastered to the floor tonight |
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Just hoping it'll be alright |
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'Cause I'm trading all my hopes and fears |
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Praying that all my expectations die |
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As I'm waiting up on faith and compromise |
