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waiting for you to notice waiting for you to change waiting for you to stop waiting for you to go waiting for you to wonder waiting for you to care waiting for you to say it waiting for you to stand up waiting for you to move waiting for you to understand waiting for you to let go waiting for you to hold tighter waiting for you to run away waiting for you to finally cry waiting for you to break down waiting for you to smile waiting for you to come around waiting for you to decide waiting for you to get out of the car waiting for you to wrap around a tree waiting for you to sit down waiting for you to throw it out the window waiting for you to lay it out on the table waiting for you to move away waiting for you to get another drink waiting for you to fall to pieces waiting for you to brush yourself off waiting for you to be a victim of love waiting for you to come home waiting for you to grab my hand waiting for you to stare me down waiting for you to turn your back waiting for the comfortable silence waiting for the final blow waiting for your pledge of devotion waiting for your crossed fingers
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Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 3:08 PM UTC
Waiting
waiting for you to notice waiting for you to change waiting for you to stop waiting for you to go waiting for you to wonder waiting for you to care waiting for you to say it waiting for you to stand up waiting for you to move waiting for you to understand waiting for you to let go waiting for you to hold tighter waiting for you to run away waiting for you to finally cry waiting for you to break down waiting for you to smile waiting for you to come around waiting for you to decide waiting for you to get out of the car waiting for you to wrap around a tree waiting for you to sit down waiting for you to throw it out the window waiting for you to lay it out on the table waiting for you to move away waiting for you to get another drink waiting for you to fall to pieces waiting for you to brush yourself off waiting for you to be a victim of love waiting for you to come home waiting for you to grab my hand waiting for you to stare me down waiting for you to turn your back waiting for the comfortable silence waiting for the final blow waiting for your pledge of devotion waiting for your crossed fingers
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jamie-santoro
American
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 3:08 PM UTC
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