ON HOLD WITH SEARS

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ON HOLD WITH SEARS
The guy said hello.
Where did he go?
I don't know.

On hold with Sears.

All this time does go by.
I cry. I ask why.
I want to say bye.
I have fears. I have tears.

On hold with Sears.

When will this be through?
I have a lot to do.
I'm holding on the line.
This is not fine.
I'm on hold. This is getting old.

On hold with Sears.

On the phone, I stay.
I can't play.
On the line, I will be found.
All alone on the phone.
I won't around.

On hold with Sears.

I am there. This I don't care.
Again, and again.
The music keeps repeat.
This is not neat.

On hold with Sears.

There's no end in sight.
A long night. I have a fright.
A long fight.

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