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Wait
Wait, don't go too early
You're tired but everyone's tired
But no one is tired enough
Only wait a little and listen
Music of hair, music of pain
Music of looms waving all our loves again
Be there to hear it
It's your only chance
Hair will become interesting
Pain will become interesting
Second hand gloves
Will become lovely again
Wait, wait for now
Distrust everything if you have to
But trust the hours
Haven't they carried you every?
Where up to now?
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Where up to now?
Haven't they carried you every?
But trust the hours
Distrust everything if you have to
Wait, wait for now
Will become lovely again
Second hand gloves
Pain will become interesting
Hair will become interesting
It's your only chance
Be there to hear it
Music of looms waving all our loves again
Music of hair, music of pain
Only wait a little and listen
But no one is tired enough
You're tired but everyone's tired
Wait, don't go too early
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