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I've been sitting here staring at the clock on the wall. And I've been laying here praying, praying she won't call. It's just another call from home, and you'll get it and be gone, and I'll be crying. And I'll be begging you baby, beg you not to leave, but I'll be left here waiting, with my heart on my sleeve. Oh for the next time we'll be here, seems like a million years, and I think I'm dying.
