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Waiting For That Day

I've been listening to my WinAmp on random and it just hit one of my favorite songs, George Michael's Waiting For That Day. If you want to listen along with me, you can get the song here. As always, right click and choose "Save As" to get it on your own machine. No idea when it's going to be pulled, so get it now.

So every day I see you in some other face
They crack a smile, talk a while
Try to take your place
My memory serves me far too well

I just sit here on this mountain thinking to myself
You're a fool boy
Why don't you go down
Find somebody
Find somebody else
My memory serves me far too well

It's not as though we just broke up
It's not as though it was yesterday
But something I just can't explain
Something in me needs this pain
I know I'll never see your face again

C'mon now
I've got to be strong now

Now everybody's talking about this new decade
Like you say the magic numbers
Then just say goodbye to
The stupid mistakes you made
Oh my memory serves me far too well

Don't you know that
The years will come and go
Some of us will change our lives
Some of us still have nothing to show
Nothing baby
But memories

And if these wounds
They are self-inflicted
I don't really know
How my poor heart could have protected me
But if I have to carry this pain
If you will not share the blame
I deserve to see your face again

C'mon now
You don't have to be so strong now
Come back

Come back to me darling
I will make it worth your while
Come back to your baby
I miss your kiss
I miss your smile
Seems to me the peace I search to find
Ain't going to be mine until you say you will
Don't you keep me waiting for that day
I know, I know, I know
You hear these words that I say

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Comments

I fell in love with that album when it first came out. I would revisit it anytime that melancholy mood comes over me. By the time I get to "Waiting For That Day" I feel much better. Thanks for sharing...

.: KB said on January 22, 2004 10:57 AM :: link it :.

Oh my god. That make's me wanna listen to the greatest hits cds.

I have a soft spot in my heart for a "Different Corner."

.: Tay said on January 22, 2004 04:08 PM :: link it :.

Great song! Thanks!

.: Talia said on February 1, 2004 11:07 PM :: link it :.

You're too early! Come back at January 22, 2004 05:05 AM to see this post.

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