Waiting...waiting... waiting... waiting... waiting... waiting... waiting... waiting... waiting for you to...
Waiting...waiting... waiting... waiting... waiting... waiting... waiting... waiting... waiting for you to...
...And the greatest ice must crumble when it's flower's time to grow.
yea? what are you waiting for me to do?
If you were a friend visiting from out of town I'd be waiting for you to call and tell me where the hell you are and where we're going to meet, or else I'm going to bed...which is what happened.
...And the greatest ice must crumble when it's flower's time to grow.
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