| So many plans, so little time
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| And I can’t shake the feeling
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| I’ve watched it all back from the end
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| Every missed chance and mistake
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| I hear and replay
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| Forever, in my head
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| Just going over and over and
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| Over and over again
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| It’s always, it’s always the same
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| It’s never the way that you dream
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| It’s never complete
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| Over and over again
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| It’s always, it’s always the same
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| It’s never the way that you dream
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| It’s never complete
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| It’s long past the witching hour
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| It’s still getting colder, somehow
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| A new day dawns and a nation yawns
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| I still ???
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| The magic long gone
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| But the tricks are still strong
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| And they will chant a mantra
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| To push them along
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| They say, fuck this country, fuck this world
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| They say it over and over and
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| Over and over again
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| It’s always, but always the same
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| It’s never the way that you dream
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| It’s never complete
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| Over and over again
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| It’s always, it’s always the same
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| Never the way that you dream
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| It’s never complete
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| Over and over again
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| Always, but always the same
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| Never the way that you dream
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| Never complete
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| Over and over again
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| It’s always, it’s always the same
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| Never the way that you dream
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| Never complete |