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I was waiting, I was singingI was standing patientlyWho would wait this long for meWho's gonna sing a song for meI was smiling, I was walkingOpen mind to open milesWho will crack me a crooked smileWho'll still climb my crooked stilesI was crying, I was stumblingOver broken glass laid tracksFollowing ancient portrait mapsWho could tell me, who could tell the paths from cracksI was talking, I was shoutingListen please don't turn awayWho turns deaf to what I sayWho will paint my portrait greyI was crying, I was stumblingOver broken glass laid tracksFollowing ancient portrait mapsWho could tell me, who could tell the paths from cracksI was waiting, I was singingI was standing patientlyWho would wait this long for meWho's gonna sing a song for me From Letras Mania