One more time he says good-night Turns out the door and off the light Cursing low as if she didn't know One more time he'd comfort her As if a word could break through her She's so quiet and he's sick of it
Too long, too late this time Too far, too great in my mind
One more time a run-around 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 That's ok, it was boring anyway
Too long, too late this time Too far, too great in my mind
Says she needs a worshiper Someone who'll do anything at all for her Wishful thinker He don't need this schizo bull Each one misses by so far They don't see it come, but who ever does...
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