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Waiting for October (Lyric) by wilco
Checking all the locks
to make sure youâre alone.
Making no mistakes;
The ghosts are free to roam.
Staring at the sun.
Hoping youâll go blind.
Taking all their drugs;
Hoping they donât mind.
Shattered safety glass
wonât cut like red balloons.
Ensuring less appeal
and praying in your room.
When she waits, she waits alone.
Pretty purple pills
Waiting for their scene
Time to celebrate
The flowers been washed clean.
Whatâs the matter dear?
Sheâs waiting in the hall.
Eyes are open wide
and waiting for the call.
The ghosts are coming through
Through broken veins they weave.
Open wounds and wine;
and now theyâll never leave.
When she waits, she waits alone.
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