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My heart's waiting game
What could I ever truly be?
A person, a love, a shell,
or some bad memory
I sit in a hole of a hell
not knowing what could be-
come of me now
I live in a broken heart penitentiary
or well
at least I soon could be
I miss her, I know you can tell
Time is what she said she needs
I am waiting for the clock's bell
A person, a love, a shell,
or some bad memory
I sit in a hole of a hell
not knowing what could be-
come of me now
I live in a broken heart penitentiary
or well
at least I soon could be
I miss her, I know you can tell
Time is what she said she needs
I am waiting for the clock's bell
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