| I’m living in a waiting room on the tenth floor
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| Of a New York City skyscraper
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| Got the paperwork filled out my friend
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| Can you tell me how this story ends?
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| My best girl caught a taxi cab to an uptown bar to meet my band
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| But I don’t have the energy so she plugs my machines back in
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| And the late night T.V. talks to me about God but God why can’t I sleep?
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| As she plugs my machines back in
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| But my machines back in now don’t cha'
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| Diane
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| (Diane)
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| I’d by lying if I said this was my plan
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| (Diane)
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| We are all in this together
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| (Diane)
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| See I’m trying but I just don’t understand
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| (Diane)
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| Well I can’t predict the weather past the storm
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| (The weather past the storm)
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| And there’s mornings where I wake up quick
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| And my head it dreams and my stomach’s sick alone
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| To slowly pull the sun from bed
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| Below the fifty-ninth street bridge
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| And I feel like I’m a battle tank
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| But there’s peace for every pound of strength
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| I’m waiting for the enemy
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| While she plugs my machines back in
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| (Back in)
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| Diane
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| (Diane)
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| I’d be lying if I said this was my plan
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| (Diane)
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| We are all in this together
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| (Diane)
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| See I’m trying but I just don’t understand
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| (Diane)
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| Well I can’t predict the weather past the storm
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| (The weather past the storm)
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| (The weather past the storm)
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| (The weather past the storm)
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| (The weather past the storm)
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| (The weather past the storm)
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| (The weather past the storm)
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| I’m living in a waiting room on the tenth floor
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| Of a New York City skyscraper
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| Got the paperwork filled out my friend |