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Wait time is the worst
I can hardly sit
No one has the time
Someone is always late
I look for you
And you look for me, whoa, ohh
I dont know why I came down
I hold your phone, dont wake up
I hear a voice, in the ground
Tell me, dont tell me
The hard part is telling me
Something that you are not likely to telling
Tell me, dont tell me
The hard part is telling me
Something that you are not likely to telling
Wait time is to blame
I thought fame was a trip
We all have the time
Someone is always feared
I look for you
And you look away, ohh
I dont know why I came down
I hold your phone, dont wake up
I hear a voice in the ground
Waiting up is so much fun to do
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