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By John Waite, There was a time
When I thought I knew
Everything about
This great
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By John Waite, In the cruel month grey morning
I woke up freezing cold
To
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By John Waite, Hear the lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight
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By John Waite, You've been livin' with your broken heart
I've been trying hard
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By John Waite, In the cruel month gray morning
I woke up freezing cold
To
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By John Waite, In this world of right and wrong
The hardest part is
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By John Waite, If I say I love ya
And lay it on the
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By John Waite, Do you think you have to act like you're someone
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By John Waite, In my life I've seen such things
That I wish I
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By John Waite, We speak out like children
Of the dreams that we chase
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By John Waite, Falling in love was the
Last thing I had on my
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By John Waite, Give me something I can touch with my hands
Something I
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By John Waite, Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Everybody
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By John Waite, You keep catching my eye
And we keep looking at each
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By John Waite, All I ever wanted was to get away
And spend some
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By John Waite, Oh yeah
It ain't the way that you look at me
No
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By John Waite, I've been out here in this wasteland
Throwing horseshoes at the
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By John Waite, Ain't it beautiful
Don't it make you feel complete
It comes into
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By John Waite, You used to celebrate it
When I came in at 6
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By John Waite, Love is a rose to me
Growin' desperate and I'm desperately
Reliving
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By John Waite, From your mothers' breast to the vatican steps
It ain't such
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By John Waite, I've been watching you now, I've been caught in these
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By John Waite, Well I come home in the evening
To the same old
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By John Waite, Driving faster than you want me to
Can't help myself when
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By John Waite, Every time I think of you
I always catch my breath
And
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By John Waite, Fell out of the sky sometime in 1952
Through the radiance
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By John Waite, I can't play these games with you no more
I get
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By John Waite, There's something in you... child
A mystery that I can't define
But
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By John Waite, I can't take you to the movies
And I can't tell
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By John Waite, There's diamonds in the avenue
As the dayshift turns to night
In