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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[1]
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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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[2]
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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
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Oh but something's always wrong."
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[3]
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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.
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Something's Always Wrong
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Toad The Wet Sprocket |