There a certain contradiction
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In everything I say
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When I asked if you were leaving
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I was hoping you would stay
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Well you took all your possessions
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But you left behind much more
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And they know I'm always listening
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For your hand upon the door
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Never asking where you're going
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Never asking where you've been
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Just think of what you're missing
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And the time that's in between
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I see the mirror in the hall
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No reflection is in view
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There©ös a clock upon the wall
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But correction's overdue
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And these four walls that surround me
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Well they©öve seen it all before
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And they know I'm always listening
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For your hand upon the door
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With occasional digression
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I was trying to be strong
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And I thought I'd found the answer
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But I heard the question wrong
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While outside it turns to lightning
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So I pull the curtains o'er
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And they know I©öm always listening
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For your hand upon the door
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Time That's In Between
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| Kieran Goss |
