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Just wait your turn, we all wait in line
And I pray that this will improve with time
Now I'm begging, please pick up the phone
It's hard to keep your cool when you're alone
These rotten years are sinking in
My weathered bones and aging skin
Each love I had seams worthy now
It's hard to be the last to find it out