| When you come back again
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| would you bring me something from the fridge?
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| Heard a rumour that the end is near
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| but I just got comfortable here.
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| sigh.
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| Let’s be blunt.
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| I’m a little distracted.
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| What do you want?
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| Headaches and bad faith
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| are all that I’ve got.
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| First I misplaced the ending
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| then I lost the plot.
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| Out among the free-range sheep
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| while the big birds sharpen their claws.
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| For a time we stuck with the shepherd
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| but you wouldn’t play Santa Claus.
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| sigh.
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| Let’s be blunt.
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| We’re a little distracted.
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| What do you want?
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| Once we could follow,
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| now we cannot.
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| You would not fit our image,
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| so we lost the plot.
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| Once we could hear you,
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| now our senses are shot.
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| We’ve forgotten our first love.
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| We have lost the plot.
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| When I saw you for the first time
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| you were hanging with a thief
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| And I knew my hands were dirty,
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| and I dropped my gaze.
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| Then you said I was forgiven
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| and you welcomed me with laughter.
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| I was happy ever after.
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| I was counting the days
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| when you’d come back again.
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| we’ll be waiting for you
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| When you comin’back again?
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| we’ll be ready for you
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| Maybe we’ll wake up when…
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| maybe we’ll wake up when
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| you come back again.
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| lies.
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| Let’s be blunt.
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| We’re a little unfaithful.
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| What do you want?
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| Are you still listening?
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| `Cause we’re obviously not
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| We’ve forgotten our first love
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| We have lost the plot.
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| And why are you still calling?
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| You forgave, we forgot.
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| We’re such experts at stalling
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| that we’ve lost the plot.
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| lost the plot
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| When you come back again
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| would you bring me something from the fridge?
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| Heard a rumour that the end is near
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| but I just got comfortable here. |