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Waiting

I spend my life waiting For love to come my way I just sit here waiting Every single day I don't think it will find me Not if I'm sitting here But I've been waiting so long And now love makes me fear What if I don't find it? And I grow old all alone? Just sitting here waiting A lonely bag of bones A spinster and her cat No children and no love Just waiting for the day To go down below or up above I think that I'll stop waiting For love to come knocking on my door I'm going out to find it So I won't be lonely anymore

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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