Matte Kudasai

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Still, by the window pane,
Pain, like the rain that's falling.
She waits in the air,
Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America.

When, when was the night so long,
Long, like the notes I'm sending.
She waits in the air,
Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America.

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Matte Kudasai Song ratings Not rated yet. Lyrics Still, by the window pane, Pain, like the rain that's falling. She waits in the air, Matte Kudasai. She sleeps in a chair In her sad America. When, when was the night so long, Long, like the notes I'm sending. She waits in the air, Matte Kudasai. She sleeps in a chair In her sad America. Print version	Information Previous \| Next song from the album B'Boom [Live]
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