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I make believe you´ll be home late and sit alone and quietly wait I hear a slamming , a car door and hope for footsteps in the hall. The radio plays our favourite songs I can even sometimes sing along, The TV blasts the whole night through a background noise, I never view. Finally bed time is very late it´s been in vain this long long wait. My weary bones carried off to bed and restless dreams fill me with dread. All this day-dreaming might seem unfair but to wake without you is ten times worse. So my waiting begins again you ´ll be home soon, just don´t know when.