Oh, how I've waited
Oh, how I've dreamt of this
Old in a house made of wood
All the walls painted in gold
After it all, you look after me
All of these things that we made believe
Oh, how I've waited
Oh, how I've dreamt of this
Old in a house made of wood
All the walls painted in gold
After it all, you look after me
All of these things that we made believe
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