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<br>11 untitled<br><br><br>get me out, get me out, get me out of this room, let me see. <br>cut it out, cut it out, rip it out from this wound, let me bleed. <br>but wait now, wait now for me... won`t you...<br><br>shut it out, shut it out, black it out with the night, to put me at ease won`t <br>you...<br>talk it out, talk it out, yell out to the ghosts that stalk the street.<br>but wait now, wait now for me... <br><br>and we`ll sail on the high tide, drift on the open sea. <br>i`ve been waiting for so long. <br><br>take my hand, take my hand, kiss me softly, then take your leave..won`t you.. <br>sit down, sit down, take the weight of me, let me grieve. <br>but wait now, wait now for me. <br><br>and we`ll sail on the high tide, drift on the open sea. <br>i`ve been waiting for so long. <br><br>but wait now, wait now for me.<br><br>and we`ll sail on the high tide, drift on the open sea. <br>i`ve been waiting for so long. <br><br><br>producer : chris hughes. tom mcrae : vocals. howard jones : piano.