He bears his childhood scars With a sense of injustice Not unlike the Russians' Each time he shoots from the heart He holds his breath And waits for repercussions
He'd like to trust someone He'd like to love someone But he's waiting, waiting Waiting for a reason He's waiting, waiting Waiting for a reason
He fills his Freudian pools With crocodile tears Brought on my nervous leisure He kills his lovers with thoughts Suspecting the worst He cannot take the pressure
He'd like to trust someone He'd like to love someone But he's waiting, waiting Waiting for a reason He's waiting, waiting Waiting for a reason
He finds no mercy And he's lost in the crowd With an armored heart of metal He finds he's running out Of odd-numbered daisies From which to pull the petals
He'd like to trust someone He'd like to love someone But he's waiting, waiting Waiting for a reason He's waiting, waiting Waiting for a reason
[6x:] He's waiting, waiting Waiting for a reason
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