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From the wine glass of love
You're drinking up September
Don't it seem like a dream?
Well, girl that's what it is
And when push comes to shove
You'll wake up and remember
That the meanest scheme of things
Has got you on its list
Wait a little longer
Wait a little longer
I went down past the tombs
And sat upon the pond-side
And the green willow trees
Were swaying in the breeze
When the clouds made some room
The sun played on the swan black
And the calm mask of ease
Was all that one could see
Wait a little longer
Wait a little longer
Wait a little longer till you find
There's something knocking down your door, baby
Wait a little longer till you find
There ain't nowhere to hide
Wait a little longer till there's something
Up and walking across your floor, baby
Wait a little longer till you find
It's finally got inside
Wait a little longer
Wait a little longer
It's the clean luxury of simple separation
It can't last for long, it doesn't hold the line
The line touches me from soup to segregation
Your old mill stream songs are playing out of time
Wait a little longer
Wait a little longer
Wait a little longer
Wait a little longer



Авторы: Steve Forbert Copyright: Welk Music Group, Heathercom Music, Welk Music


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