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Waiting
Half past midnight
and now the crow may cry
in a home so big to roam
but all alone each night
I walk the halls
checking each room
sitting on the floor
waiting, just waiting
for you but nothing more
sitting by the telephone
pacing restlessly
knowing sleep is impossible
without you here with me
lying on the itchy rug
my face as red as blood
waiting for the phone to ring
over the teary flood
crying out the loneliness
drowning out the pain
my heart beat matching the ticking clock
as your memory still remains
Now the sun is rising
striking seven o' one
and here I am still sitting
even though you're gone
