| Another day I call and never speak
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| And you would say nothing’s changed at all
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| And I can’t feel much hope for anything
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| If I won’t be there to catch you if you fall
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| Again
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| It seems we meet
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| In the spaces
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| In between
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| We always say
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| It won’t be long
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| But something’s always wrong
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| Another game of putting things aside
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| As if we’ll come back to them some time
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| A brace of hope a pride of innocence
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| And you would say something has gone wrong
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| Again
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| It seems we meet
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| In the spaces
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| In between
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| We always say
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| It won’t be long
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| But something’s always wrong
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| «Again we fail to meet and mend
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| The spaces safe between intents
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| We say too much and long been gone,
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| Oh but something’s always wrong.»
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| «Again we fail to make amends
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| And wend our way between intents
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| And looking back, not moving on Oh but something’s always wrong.»
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| «Again we fail to meet and mend
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| The spaces safe between intents
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| We say too much, too long been gone
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| Oh but something’s always wrong. |