The waiting enters my mood and takes my patience down the road,
Still and covered of leaves they will find me waiting,
Surrounded by the colours of the fall they will hardly see me
And everybody will have forgotten my purpose in the lab.
The waiting enters my mood and takes my patience down the road,
Still and covered of leaves they will find me waiting,
Surrounded by the colours of the fall they will hardly see me
And everybody will have forgotten my purpose in the lab.
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