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Don't call it DefeatistI don't want itI need itI'll cog in Machine itSo long asThat feeds itToo fogged upTo see itToo absentTo leave itBut I'm patiently waiting forMy windfall to comeI'm patiently waiting forMy savior to comeImpatiently waiting forA savior to comeThere's perfect symmetry and shapesInside my heartAnd I will take them to my graveWin or lose; it's not up to meLetras de cancionesI put my feet up in the airWill you hold them still for meNotice how the tables and the chairsTend to floatBut I'm patiently waiting forRainfall to comeI'm patiently waiting forSavior to comeImpatiently waiting forSavior to come From Letras Mania