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The Waiting Game

As we count the days till doom
In the air our sad thoughts look
Loneliness and heartache only inches from my face
How could we win at such a short race

Blooming like a flower, our love so young and bright
How is this ending when we just started the fight
It's impossible to think about the love we've shared so far
And how we'll have to wait and try to put this in a jar

I'll always be yourse, if you'll always be mine
And I promise to always love you no matter how much time
Sort yourself out, get yourself right
Because I'll be waiting in the dark until you can turn back on the light



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