| His streets were paved with gold
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| Til his heart broke in the mould
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| He tried to fix it, he tried to fix it
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| She knows and still pretends
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| She’s seen the bitter end
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| And it don’t look good
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| Now I’m falling into place
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| With grey skies and bitter aches
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| And it felt like such a waste
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| But I won’t let it happen again
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| I’m waiting, I’m waiting
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| I’m waiting for this to fall
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| I’m waiting, I’m waiting
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| So make this your curtain call
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| Salt and gasoline
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| All the pieces that he needed to keep things alive
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| His own worst enemy
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| The spark he tried to keep from setting words alight
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| Emptied a half-filled cup
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| No scented roses up
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| Dead roses up
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| Now I’m falling into place
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| With grey skies and bitter aches
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| And it felt like such a waste
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| But I won’t let it happen again
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| I’m waiting, I’m waiting
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| I’m waiting for this to fall
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| I’m waiting, I’m waiting
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| So make this your curtain call
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| So he walks alone
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| All he’s ever known
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| Is lying on the floor again
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| If he let it go, would she ever know?
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| Would it be the way it was before again?
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| Now I’m falling into place
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| With grey skies and bitter aches
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| And it felt like such a waste
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| But I won’t let it happen again
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| I’m waiting, I’m waiting
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| I’m waiting for this to fall
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| I’m waiting, I’m waiting
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| So make this your curtain call
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| I’m waiting, I’m waiting
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| And it felt like such a waste
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| I’m waiting, I’m waiting
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| Now I’m falling into place
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| I’m waiting, I’m waiting
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| I’m waiting for this to fall
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| I’m waiting, I’m waiting
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| So make this your curtain call |