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By: Steve Wynn
She is too strong to take any shitto weak to give it out
Never ever saw her cryand never made her shout
So it turned into a lifetimewhat started as a phase
We sit calmly and quiet alone and in lovewaiting and counting the days
Her father was a dockworkermy father drank and fought
She searched for something betterand that's just what we got
Though we still see "
On the Waterfront"everytime it plays
We sit calmly and quiet alone and in lovewaiting and counting the days
Counting the days
Counting the days
Counting the days
Counting the days
As she thinks of the future
I dream of the past
Late at night we dream alouduntil the die is cast
Conspirators, combatantsoh let me count the ways
We sit calmly and quiet alone and in lovewaiting and counting the days
We sit calmly and quiet alone and in lovewaiting and counting the days
We sit calmly and quiet on the verge of a riotwaiting and counting the days
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