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Waiting, day to day it goes through
My lips are sealed for him
My tongue is tied to a dream of being with you
To settle for less is not what I prefer
So bottle up old love, and throw it out to sea
Watch it away as you cry
Now a year has passed
The seasons go
My lips are sealed for him
My tongue is tied to a dream of being with you
To settle for less is not what I prefer
So bottle up old love, and throw it out to sea
Watch it away as you cry
Now a year has passed
The seasons go
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