| I’ve been waiting
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| At the back of the chapel
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| I’ve been here so long I can’t feel my fingers
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| Next time we meet, make it somewhere warm
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| And baby be on time
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| Last month, you said you felt you’re changing
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| And since then I’ve been all choked up
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| And now you’re keeping me waiting
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| I can’t feel my fingers
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| at the back of the chapel
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| I say a little prayer and I hope you speed up
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| I hope you’re on your way
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| I think about God and I think about money
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| And I hope you’re on your way
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| I’m losing my feet to the chill from the stone
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| It’s not just heat and the sun that can rise
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| At the back of the chapel
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| I can’t feel my fingers and I’ve been here so long
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| I think you’re unkind to keep a person waiting
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| Especially when they’ve invested love in you
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| And when you come you won’t feel my fingers
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| Cos they get so cold
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| I say a little prayer and I hope you speed up
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| I hope you’re on your way
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| I think about God and I think about money
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| And I hope you’re on your way
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| I say a little prayer and I hope you speed up
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| I hope you’re on your way (back of the chapel, back of the chapel)
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| I think about God and I think about money (back of the chapel, back of the
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| chapel)
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| And I hope you’re on your way
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| I think about God and I think about money
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| Money, money, money, money, money, money |