| One more time he says good-night
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| Turns out the door and off the light
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| Cursing low as if she didn’t know
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| One more time he’d comfort her
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| If anyone could break through her
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| She’s so quiet and he’s sick of it
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| Too long, too late this time
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| Too far, too great in my mind
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| One more time a run-around
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| Nothing meant by anyone
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| Fine with them, such a quite din
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| Says he wants to leave a while
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| She just sits and tries to smile
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| Thats ok, it was boring anyway
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| Too long, too late this time
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| Too far, too great in my mind
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| Says she needs a worshiper
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| Someone who’ll do anything at all for her
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| Wishful thinker
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| He don’t need this schizo bull
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| Each one misses by so far
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| They don’t see it come, but who ever does… |