Chicago - Waiting for You to Decide Lyrics
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Waiting for You to Decide
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What Are The Lyrics For Waiting for You to Decide By Chicago?
Used to think that you'd do anything for me.
I thought your heart was pounding at my door. Now it seems that things aren't right. You've been crying every night. You're rainy season just ain't slowing down. I still love you even though there's things you can't explain. I don't want to know if you've been lying all along. You've been running away. now you've run out of places to hide. I can no longer stand here waiting for you to decide If there's a heart still left inside. There's someone watching tonight. You've been trying for some time to get away from me. It's just the same old game you've tried before. We've talked it out a thousand time. it's still the same old useless lines. You've made your point now why can't i make mine? I still love you even though there's things you can't explain. I don't want to know if you've been lying all this time. You've been running away. now you've run out of places to hide. I can no longer stand here waiting for you to decide If there's a heart still left inside. You can't get away. there's someone watching tonight. |
Who Wrote Waiting for You to Decide By Chicago?
David Paich, David Walter Foster, Steven Lee Lukather
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What's The Duration Of The Waiting for You to Decide By Chicago?The duration of Waiting for You to Decide is 4:07 minutes and seconds. |
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