| I’m waiting on faith and compromise
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| I’m staying plastered to the floor tonight
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| As I’m waiting up on faith and compromise
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| You called me without warning
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| One Wednesday early morning
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| Now Wednesdays will never be the same again
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| Long distance call from Georgia
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| Sweet southern speak is what you gave to me
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| It was all I needed
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| 'Cause I’m waiting on faith and compromise
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| I’m staying plastered to the floor tonight
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| Just hoping it’ll be alright
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| 'Cause I’m trading all my hopes and fears
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| Praying that all my expectations die
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| As I’m waiting up on faith and compromise
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| Your face now burns in my head
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| And I can’t shaking this feeling
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| That you could be the first to be my last
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| Before you call I’ll answer
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| Before you speak I’ll hear you
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| Just promise me you’ll listen as i dream
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| And you’ll find me
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| 'Cause I’m waiting on faith and compromise
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| I’m staying plastered to the floor tonight
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| Just hoping it’ll be alright
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| 'Cause I’m trading all my hopes and fears
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| Praying that all my expectations die
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| As I’m waiting up on faith and compromise
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| You were the last thing on my mind
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| The first thing on my lips
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| Staying up all night just to hear from you
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| 'Cause I’m waiting on faith and compromise
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| I’m staying plastered to the floor tonight
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| Just hoping it’ll be alright
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| 'Cause I’m trading all my hopes and fears
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| Praying that all my expectations die
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| As I’m waiting up on faith and compromise |