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don't you wait
for a min
like you wait
for a bus
expecting it will never come
you get on the wrong one
you getting really kind of blase
coming home any old way
can you find
a piece of mind
that you used
to have to hide
break the rules of being alone
not everything is a poem
you getting really kinda lazy
and talking any old way
who are you now
what have you done
with my old friend
i lost you
where have you gone
my old friend
i miss you
oh the gold in this sunken ship
will be a haven for fish