Lyrics Personal Big Bang - Naomi
You're
waiting
for
your
personal
big
bang
Waiting
for
your
personal
big
bang
Contemplating
what
you
want
Hating
what
you've
got
Waiting
for
your
personal
big
bang
Is
this
a
good
day?
How
can
you
tell
The
girl
in
the
stupid
dress
is
wearing
it
well
She's
making
her
exit,
she's
leaving
a
scent
Of
rainfall
and
corn
flakes,
of
nights
being
spent
You
keep
reading
the
paper,
keep
scanning
the
crowd
All
the
while
wondering
what
you're
about
And
what
is
important,
and
whether
you're
real
And
where
you
are
headed,
and
who's
at
the
wheel
You're
waiting
for
your
personal
big
bang
Waiting
for
your
personal
big
bang
Contemplating
what
you
want
Hating
what
you've
got
Waiting
for
your
personal
big
bang
You
feel
like
pretending
even
when
you're
not
What
makes
people
peaceful?
What
have
they
got?
Maybe
a
novel,
maybe
a
song
But
even
the
first
lines
come
out
all
wrong
Maybe
be
famous,
maybe
just
hang
Trying
to
make
contact,
but
the
phone
never
rang
The
movie
was
boring,
the
weather's
a
drag
But
the
sun
would
change
nothin',
the
heavens
still
sag
You're
waiting
for
your
personal
big
bang
Waiting
for
your
personal
big
bang
Contemplating
what
you
want
Hating
what
you've
got
Waiting
for
your
personal
big
bang
Waiting,
dreaming,
doing
absolutely
nothing
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