The Legendary Pink Dots - The Waiting Game | Текст песни

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A drink of number eight, and I started seeing double, feel the stubble on my chin. A wobble in my knees, and a rumble in my brain, as I stumble into chairs, into tables. Lord, I'm sick of the waiting game. I'm sick of the waiting game. The cable is tight in my hand, and I pull, and the phone's dead, I'll bury it. Oh Lord, receive this receiver, receive this deceiver. She said that she'd call. Impatiently I waited for nothing - nothing at all. Still playing the waiting game. Oh Lord, do you think that she's ill? Oh Lord, do you think she just don't care? She just don't care. I'm sick of the waiting game.

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