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It's all coming back to me now
But try as I have to keep
The taste of you off of my tongue
Your face from my fitful sleep
And I wait, hope against hope like before
And I wait, hope that I won't anymore
And this won't stop 'till I do
Until I learn to kill the thought
Of everything I could have said
Of everything I wished I'd not
And I wait, hope against hope like before
And I wait, hope that I won't anymore
Show rises up from the street
And a crowd rises up to its feet
I followed blind after you
I might know better if I'd ever wanted to
The painting here is still not dry
And I can smell it from the door
It covers every mark you made
The countin' days are keepin' score
And I wait, hope against hope like before
And I wait, hope that I won't anymore
And I wait, hope against hope like before
And I wait, hope that I won't anymore
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