And if I'm wasting my time
Then nothing could be better than hanging on the line
And waiting for an honest word forever
And if you're saying goodbye
Please don't you think me bitter for recalling every rhyme
From the book, the page, the line, the word, the letter
Well, the window's turning blue, and the water's ever flowing
And I hope I'm not a fool for laughing at myself as you are going
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