One more time he says goodnight Turns out the door and off the light Cursing low as if she didnt know One more time hed comfort her If anyone could break through her Shes so quiet and hes sick of it Too long, too late this time Too far, too great in my mind One more time a runaround Nothing meant by anyone Fine with them, such a quite din Says he wants to leave a while She just sits and tries to smile Thats ok, it was boring anyway Too long, too late this time Too far, too great in my mind Says she needs a worshiper Someone wholl do anything at all for her Wishful thinker He dont need this schizo bull Each one misses by so far They dont see it come, but who ever does...
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