Standing and waiting, standing and waiting,
For the imminent end,
Or the beginning, however you take it.
The copper coils charge rapidly.
Waiting and praying, waiting and praying,
That all turns out well.
I know how this goes, but hope I’m wrong.
The field flings the particles around the tube.
Praying and crying, praying and crying,
Crying for myself,
But it’s not me I should...
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