Waving, waving, ain't got much to say
satan, save our souls, even ???
??? too much talking and too much ???
and i don't even remember leaving
that's the problem you say
but hell i'm over it by the time that i leave town
even you won't lie you know
waving, waving, waving you away
ain't got much to say, never hear me anyway
i wish that i didn't care, i wish you did
i've been evil misunderstood
and you should hate me if you could
but hell i'm over it by the time that i leave town
even you won't lie you know
waving, waving but he won't come around here
been mistreating myself and everyone
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