Right Here Waiting
Go, go back.
Bet you didn't think I could do it, come on.
Got my feet back on the ground, look for something new.
There’s been too much goin’ down, I don’t know what to do.
They say that what you never had you never miss,
So tell me why I never knew a love like this.
Right here (nothing else matters)
Waiting (things are getting better)
You’re the (only thing that matters)
One thing (I’m never givin’ up)
Should have seen it from the start, that you were always there.
Ain’t no tearing us apart, I can’t believe you’re here.
They say that what you never had you never miss,
So tell me why I never knew a love like this.
Right here (nothing else matters)
Waiting (things are getting better)
You’re the (only thing that matters)
One thing (I’m never givin’ up)
I’m needing in my life, It’s taken time for me to realise.
How come I never saw you, Standing right before my eyes.
Right here waiting. Right here baby, Right here baby
Right here waiting. Right here baby, Right here baby
They say that what you never had you never miss,
So tell me why I never knew a love like this.
Right here (nothing else matters)
Waiting (things are getting better)
You’re the (only thing that matters)
One thing (I’m never givin’up)
I’m needing in my life, It’s taken time for me to realise.
How come I never saw you, Standing right before my eyes
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