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Boy - Waitress |
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They walk in and sit down, |
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The fair mood of the day. |
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They read books over tea, |
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They give tips when they pay. |
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Butter and bread, diet Coke and cake, |
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She takes notes, she makes no mistake. |
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Well daylight is fadin' |
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When the trader is trading |
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While the jukebox is playin' |
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The lovers are datin', |
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The waitress is waitin'... |
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For a thing to explode, |
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For a light to go on, |
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For some sign to show |
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Her time has yet to come. |
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She's countin' the days |
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Until real life arrives. |
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She's countin': two three four five |
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And every minute feels |
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Just like the one before |
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No surprise, no twist |
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She wants so much more |
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Well daylight is fadin' |
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When the trader is trading |
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While players are playin' |
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And lovers are datin', |
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The waitress is waitin'... |
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For a thing to explode, |
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For a light to go on, |
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For some sign to show |
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Her best has yet to come. |
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She's countin' the days |
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Until real life arrives. |
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She's countin': two three four five |
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When will that thing explode |
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When will that light go on |
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Just to assure her she's not long. |
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She's countin' the days |
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Until real life arrives. |
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She's countin', from nine to five |
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She's countin': two three four five. |
