Waiting By The Door
You wouldn't die
You were waiting by the door
You didn't die
You were waiting by the door
Listen to you all day, gotta love it
Running like a freight train, couldn't do it
Freaky on a bad day, gotta get it
Wait until you get down on Sunday
Give it to you all day if you want it
Bring it to you all day if you need it
Give it to you all day if you want it
Wait until I get down on Sunday
You wouldn't die
You were waiting by the door
You couldn't die
You were waiting by the door
Listen to you all day, gotta love it
Running like a freight train, couldn't do it
Freaky on a bad day, gotta get it
Wait until you get down on Sunday
Give it to you all day if you want it
Bring it to you all day if you need it
Give it to you all day if you want it
Wait until I get down on Sunday
I think of all the things I did
On a different day
In a different way
I think of all the ways I cried
On a waste of time
In a different life
You wouldn't die
You were waiting by the door
You couldn't die
You were waiting by the door
I think of all the things I did
On a different day
In a different way
I think of all the ways I cried
On a waste of time
In a different life
I think about dues I've paid
And things I'd say
On a funeral day
I think of how we'll carry on
Like we're moving on
Forever gone
You were waiting by the door
You didn't die
You were waiting by the door
Listen to you all day, gotta love it
Running like a freight train, couldn't do it
Freaky on a bad day, gotta get it
Wait until you get down on Sunday
Give it to you all day if you want it
Bring it to you all day if you need it
Give it to you all day if you want it
Wait until I get down on Sunday
You wouldn't die
You were waiting by the door
You couldn't die
You were waiting by the door
Listen to you all day, gotta love it
Running like a freight train, couldn't do it
Freaky on a bad day, gotta get it
Wait until you get down on Sunday
Give it to you all day if you want it
Bring it to you all day if you need it
Give it to you all day if you want it
Wait until I get down on Sunday
I think of all the things I did
On a different day
In a different way
I think of all the ways I cried
On a waste of time
In a different life
You wouldn't die
You were waiting by the door
You couldn't die
You were waiting by the door
I think of all the things I did
On a different day
In a different way
I think of all the ways I cried
On a waste of time
In a different life
I think about dues I've paid
And things I'd say
On a funeral day
I think of how we'll carry on
Like we're moving on
Forever gone
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Gill-macdonald
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