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Wearyland - Till You Walk in Again Lyrics



Wearyland - Till You Walk in Again Lyrics




I've been cleaning up your room
Your clothes, your shoes and your perfume
All the small bestowments.
The colored sheets still on the bed
The furry kitten on the head
As if any moment
You might walk in again.

The curtains keep out all the light
To remind me of the night
When we sat down crying.
When I told you if I stay
We'll keep on fighting anyway.
We hugged and kissed and then you heard me say
One day, I might walk in again.

Now you're traveling 'round the world
With my expectations furled
In your case of memories.
You don't have to disappear
To realize your place is here
You're just sitting here eyes closed until you hear
That I walk in again
That you walk in again
That I walk in again
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I've been cleaning up your room
Your clothes, your shoes and your perfume
All the small bestowments.
The colored sheets still on the bed
The furry kitten on the head
As if any moment
You might walk in again.

The curtains keep out all the light
To remind me of the night
When we sat down crying.
When I told you if I stay
We'll keep on fighting anyway.
We hugged and kissed and then you heard me say
One day, I might walk in again.

Now you're traveling 'round the world
With my expectations furled
In your case of memories.
You don't have to disappear
To realize your place is here
You're just sitting here eyes closed until you hear
That I walk in again
That you walk in again
That I walk in again
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Writer: Alain Quateau, Wearyland
Copyright: Lyrics © GALLERYAC MUSIC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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Performed By: Wearyland
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Alain Quateau, Wearyland

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