| I seem to make apologies more often than twice
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| And now you’re all choked up tight
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| You’re lying on the living room floor, waiting
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| For something to be said
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| There’s something in my head but I can’t get it out
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| All the main elements of what, it’s all about
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| Mean nothing in the end still I’ll be waiting
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| My collapsed intuity, it fills me with regret
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| And while you’re pausing to reflect
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| I’m pacing round and round the kitchen, waiting
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| For something to be said
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| There’s something in my head but I can’t get it out
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| All the main elements of what, it’s all about
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| Mean nothing in the end still I’ll be waiting
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| Crawling on my treachery
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| Crawling on your sympathies
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| Crawling on my treachery
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| Crawling on your sympathies
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| My treachery, and my sympathy
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| Crawling on my treachery
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| Still we make apologies, so simple to forget
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| And though your eyes are all still wet
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| You’re smiling in the bedroom patiently, waiting
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| For something to be said
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| There’s something in my head but I can’t get it out
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| All the main elements are what, it’s all about
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| With nothing in the end still I’ll be waiting
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| For something to be said
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| There’s something in my head but I can’t get it out
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| All the main elements of what, it’s all about
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| Mean nothing in the end still I’ll be waiting |