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Your fingers tapping on the table |
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My feet are bouncing on the floor |
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I haven't slept for 40 hours, and I will wait for 40 more |
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Until the last shot of the war |
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They say the waiting is the worst part |
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I only hope that that's the case |
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But I won't let a single instant or a moment or go to waste |
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To watch a memory erased |
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Hold on |
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Hold on |
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'Cause I don't have the time to wait |
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No, I don't want to be too late |
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Your face is burned into my memory |
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I've traced the lines so carefully |
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I've memorized the hills and valleys |
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And the freckles on your cheek |
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The way you smile in your sleep |
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You told me nothing lasts forever |
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But I won't let you fade away |
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As time begins it's slow destruction, the inescapable decay |
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The colors bleaching into grey |
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Hold on |
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Hold on |
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'Cause I don't have the time to wait |
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No, I don't want to be too late |