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Nov 2010
I want to try again.
I want your heart to gain.
I am not a saint.
I can not stop the rain.

I was waiting for you at the bus-stop
Counting my every teardrop.
Watching the stars above my rooftop.
Wondering if you would ever give me hope.
Written by
Fred McCarthy
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