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I've been waiting
Anticipating
Sun comes up
The skies won't sink my soul
I've dreamt of this
But it never comes
But it never comes
The rising
The nature's dry
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I've been dreaming
Traced out but dreaming
The Sun comes up
The blisters burn my soul
I'm dreamin'
Of something now
Of something now
Of the rising
The nature's dry
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