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We're sitting backstage and, |
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Waiting to go on. |
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Thinking ablout the chore, |
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Hoping we wont go wrong. |
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I see someone from the TV, |
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Does she remember me. |
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We're sitting backstage and, |
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We've got nothing to do. |
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Waiting for the man to tell us, |
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Stuff we already knew. |
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I see her sit next to me, |
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I hope she's thinking about me. |
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Pass me my guitar and I will, |
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Play another tune... |
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Pass me my Bic pen and I will, |
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Write a song for you. |
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Another song... |
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Although I'm far from home, |
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I'm not ready to go. |
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I know it won't be long, |
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Being on my own. |
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Pass me my guitar and I will, |
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Play another song. |
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Pass me my Bic pen and I will, |
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Write another song. |
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Another song... |