Waiting trying to fix a smile
Here stunning like a statue
Well distance is not in mile
But you make it blur blue
Here stunning like a statue
Clocking clock seems noiseless
And you leave without clue
Worrying me but I'm knownless
Well distance is not in mile
Are you back in your path
Going here the waiting pile
To only see me in this path
But you make it blur blue
Falling leaves without you
I'm going to shoot a cue
Walking away leaving you
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