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Too cold to call it summer anymore |
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They took down all the yellow lights at |
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Market Street and 4th |
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I left the plastic furniture you put out in the shade under the porch |
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It's been raining every day now for a week |
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Flooded in the basement and |
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I can't find the leak |
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You were always better fixing things around the house than you and me |
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I will wait for you |
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In neon streets alone |
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I will wait for you |
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And carry it like a stone |
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I will wait for you |
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Till you're ready to come home |
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Then halfway through the fall |
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I broke your cup |
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The one you used for coffee you could never get enough |
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I went out and bought another and put it right back in its place beside the clock |
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And in December all the questions finally stopped |
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My friends came by while |
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I was out and put your pictures in a box |
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But almost every night |
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I hear the turning of your key inside the lock |
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I will wait for you |
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In neon streets alone |
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I will wait for you |
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And carry it like a stone |
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I will wait for you |
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Till you're ready to come home |
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It could be |
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I am crazy |
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I don't care |
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When the light comes streaming through that door |
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I need to be there |
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Maybe love is just a reason to believe in something |
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I will wait for you |
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In neon streets alone |
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I will wait for you |
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And carry it like a stone |
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I will wait for you |
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Till you're ready to come home |
