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Waiting for Days
No doubt about it, you could take a little time now,
you could talk to me;
I might be sloppy but I'm not the lonesome loser that you make of
me.
I put my clothes way, I'm doin' all the dishes, and I quit my smokin',
You can't be serious 'bout leavin' me, oh babydoll, you must be jokin'.
Just thirty days ago you told me all the ways you thought that I should
change.
You wouldn't listen to the reasons that I thought that maybe you were
strange.
And I would welcome any chance to fight with you again, I'd be so
happy,
And I would answer every criticism with a kiss so wet and sappy.
CHORUS:
I've been waitin' for days, and I ain't seen hide nor hair of you.
I've been waitin' for days, and that's such a lonely thing to do.
I've been waitin' for days, and I'm living out of paper cups.
I've been waitin' for days, Baby come back home and cut me up.
In my solitude I have just one companion that I don't regret;
I must admit to an infatuation with my cathode-ray coquette.
She's picture perfect and she changes just for me it's all too automatic,
But I'd unplug her in a second if you'd come home and give me static.
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CHORUS
Cut me up, like a man that is livin', cut me up, I'm all alone.
Cut me up, like a man that is givin', cut me up, down to the bone.
I think you should cut me up.
No doubt about it, you could take a little time now, you could talk
to me;
I might be sloppy but I'm not the lonesome loser that you make of
me.
I put my clothes way, I'm doin' all the dishes, and I quit my smokin'
You can't be serious 'bout leavin' me, oh babydoll, you must be jokin'
CHORUS
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Lead Vocal: Eric Delore
Rhythm Electric Guitar: Jon Hundt
Solo Electric Guitar: Jon Hundt
Acoustic Guitar: Eric Delore
Bass: Kennan Shaw
Drums: Bill Coffin
Backing Vocals: Rayke Hekker, Carol Sevilla
Waiting For Days ©1996 Eric Delore.
All rights reserved.
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