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Waking before you, i've got a fever and a childish wish
for snow
Seems like a long long time since i spun you to this borrowed radio
you pick a place that's where i'll be
time like your cheek has turned for me
someday the waves will stop(and)every aching
old machine will feel no pain
someday we both will walk where our baby made
tomorrow is a game
waking before you i'm liek the lord who sees his love though we don't know
seems like a long long time since i've been above you
seen and loved you so
you pick a place that's where i'll be
time like your cheek has turned for me
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