Conceivably my routine falls through the seams
Notably your the one I rely on when you're not free
It's clear that I'm not you monogamy
Stick to you click and I'll be waiting
Waiting to rise, waiting in line
Waiting to rise, before I roll the dice
Futile kindred with no drive
Once it's in my fluid I no longer strive
The sheer brilliant is defined by your
Presence that tingles up my spine
I've got a whole new outlook
Sacred of change I'm still staying put
Worse with age I'm a pussyfoot
Round the clock it's well over looked
Waiting to rise, waiting in line
Waiting to rise, before I roll the dice
Waiting to rise, waiting in line
Waiting to rise, before I'm paralysed

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