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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As if a word 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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"that's 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...
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Jam
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| Toad The Wet Sprocket |
