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As hours move to minutes And minutes take longer to break I will be desperately awaiting But my tongue won’t fall apart And we’ve been sitting here for hours All alone and in the dark
So let me think of how to word it Is it too soon to say ‘perfect’? If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere I’m sure everything would find me All that’s left is just to...
