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Letras:Posies. Longest Line.

I've spent half of my life in this, God, awful place
And I dare say I've only grown older
I've had all I can take with patience and kindness
I can't wait in this line any longer

But this is the way that I am
So if you choose me, please, abuse me
Never mind the mileage
There's no harming me intrinsically

And every sign of wear and tear
Is lost in autumn foliage, well, aren't you impressed

Now I'm stating, endless waiting is my favorite pastime
There's nothing new for me to do
And so I have to wonder
Will there ever be a last time 'cause I need a rest

Standing in the longest line, waiting for my turn
I wonder if my turn will ever come

Chronic starter, perfect martyr, never need a reason
I guess that I could hibernate
Or move away to another place
Pray for a change of season when will my sun shine

Standing in the longest line, waiting for my turn
I wonder if my turn will ever come

Now please don't show me spring time flowers
It'd be more than I could take
After living through the clouds and showers
I can hardly wait

Standing in the longest line, waiting for my turn
I wonder if my turn will ever come

If you've spent half of your life in this, God, awful place
You will swear that you've only grown older
If you treat everyone you know with patience and kindness
You will not know your self for much longer

Well, this is what I have become
Standing in my line, longest line [unverified]