| Does it finish? |
| Does it end? |
| Does it ever end?
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| What are the chances of it?
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| What you wished for, coveted, pitchfork
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| Stuck through the heart of it
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| If you stretch can you see? |
| Can you ever see
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| Round dusty corners? |
| Is it
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| Even thinking? |
| Monitors blinking
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| Stuck through the heart
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| I see you smiling
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| I see you turning your face to the wall
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| It’s not that i think you are wrong
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| I just can’t keep my eyes on the door anymore, anymore
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| I’ve seen you crying
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| I’ve seen you holding your head by the wall
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| It’s not that I don’t sympathise
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| I just can’t wait by the door anymore, anymore, anymore
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| Does it have many stops? |
| Are we’re nearly there?
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| Watching the houses, and the
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| Woman waving, hesitant, fading:
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| Still is the heart
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| If you look, can you see through the window
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| All the way down to where the
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| Channel’s glinting, sunset sinking?
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| Still is the heart
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| And in the evening
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| When all the shadows are long by the wall
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| I will take your hand in my hand
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| And we’ll walk through the door
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| Through the door, through the door, through the door
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| And all the voices
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| We heard rising up from the lawn
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| Will gather as one company
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| And we’ll not wait anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore
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| And in the evening
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| When all the shadows are long by the wall
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| I will take your hand in my hand
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| And we’ll walk through the door
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| And we’ll walk through the door |