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*I'm always hopeful. I think, Maybe today will finally be the day. Maybe you'll call, Tell me you miss me, Tell me that you've changed your mind. With each passing hour, That hope slips away. Oh well, There's always tomorrow.*
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
Waiting Game
*I'm always hopeful. I think, Maybe today will finally be the day. Maybe you'll call, Tell me you miss me, Tell me that you've changed your mind. With each passing hour, That hope slips away. Oh well, There's always tomorrow.*
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
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