| Every time still I find
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| Things don’t match up the same
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| First they do, then they don’t
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| So we try it again
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| And the hour is close at hand
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| But I can’t even get to you
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| And I hope that you’ll understand
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| So I can get my message through
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| The hours creeping upon you
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| Heads you win
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| Tails you lose
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| But you don’t get to choose
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| If I could, then I would
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| But I know that I can’t
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| The hour is close at hand
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| But I can’t even get to you
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| But I hope that you’ll understand
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| So I can get my message through
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| The hours creeping upon you
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| And I’m only living
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| Only giving this today
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| And I feel forgiven
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| For giving it all away
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| See I live today
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| And you live your way
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| Take a chance
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| Cast your line
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| Who knows what you might find
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| With some luck
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| You might hook
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| What you need from this life
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| And the hour is close at hand
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| But I can’t even get to you
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| And I hope that you’ll understand
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| So I can get my message through
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| The hours creeping upon you
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| The hours creeping upon you
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| The hours creeping upon you
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| The hours creeping upon you
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| The hours creeping upon you
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| The hours creeping upon me |