Leavin' me, I'm sad and blue
Left with nothing but a picture
Third or fourth weekend in june,
December seems to come too soon

Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until

Head is swirlin' with the scene
Of you and him embraced in rapture
Dirty, trying to come clean,
But every thought I have's obscene

Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until

Quilted on my hands and feet,
The needle dug in too deep
You chalk another shot up to
Twenty-twenty hours in june

Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until tomorrow?

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