Zero, zero, eighty-eight I took a number back in June Or maybe August, hard to say There were people there before me Who looked like they'd aged that way Plenty of time, time, time Plenty of time, time, time One was waiting for forgiveness One for courage, one for grace One just wanted a different answer Written on the same old face Everybody has a reason Everybody has a plan Everybody thinks the next decision Will finally make them who I am Standing in the queue for better decisions Waiting for a version that never arrives Standing in the queue for better decisions Spending all tomorrow trying to rewrite tonight Plenty of time, time, time Plenty of time, time, time What if the better choice already happened? What if the wrong turn brought me here? What if the answer at the counter Is exactly what I fear? Zero, zero, eighty-eight Zero, zero, eighty-eight Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero Now serving Standing in the queue for better decisions Waiting for a version that never arrives Standing in the queue for better decisions Spending all tomorrow trying to rewrite tonight Zero, zero, eighty-eight Please continue waiting © BStur - All rights reserved
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