Feeling the same way all over again, singing the same lines all over again



Like a flower waiting to bloom
Like a lightbulb in a dark room
Like the desert waiting for the rain
Like a school kid waiting for the spring

My hi-fi's waiting for a new tune
The glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes


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