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So tired of waiting around where a minute feels like a day, it won't be too long now, the wind is gonna blow my way, they say
What are you going to do with your time
Now that it's yours to spare
Looking at tomorrow's sky, everything is still up in the air, up in the air, it might be a little while but I know I'm gonna see you somewhere, so don't call it the end
Black dog, side of the road, it's not a secret if nobody asks, long walk, summer alone, waiting for the storm to pass
Nobody knows where all the time goes or how long its all gonna last, nobody knows who cast the first stone better leave it all in the past
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