Alright, that's it, I've had enough, I'm on my way to you.
It's nauseating and I'm sick of waiting
For all these pointless calls to go through.
But no, I'm not a skeptic anymore.
At last I see what all of this ridiculous hard work is for.
The moisture in the air is begging for release
And the memory of your stare is raining down on me.
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