She thinks that I was born yesterday.
She thinks that I
Like a sentence of death,
I got no options left,
I've got
You didn’t stop to look ‘round
You were gone before I
Well I
Keep on waitin'
For you to say
That your wait is
You're all I want.
You're all I need.
You're all I've got.
All
Speed me towards death'Cause I just can't wait for herI
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