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A Lyric In My Head I Haven't Thought Of YetLet's see a show of hands for every human-beingRepeating identical evenings again and again and again Life's one long game of whisper down the lane Where the faces change, but results remain the same So here we are. No cause for alarm Watching replays of a decades worth of days And you're a lyric in my head I haven't thought of yet But I can still describe the turn of phrase I don't want what this evening will become If we have enough time So do we have enough time? I don't need these evenings to repeat If we've had enough time So have we had enough time? Like corresponding lines in the cement It's a journey from the doorway to the bed As we unravel to the floor Perfection from the start But perfection is a dying art Just steady repetition I can't ignore So here we are. No cause for alarm Watching you replay on a decades worth of days And you're a lyric in my head I haven't thought of yet But I can still describe your turn of phrase All along Armitage Avenue, I kept the pace with you All along Armitage Avenue I don't want what this evening will become If we have enough time So do we have enough time? I don't need these evenings to repeat If we've had enough time So have we had enough time? I don't want what this evening will become If we have enough time So do we have enough time? I don't need these evenings to repeat If we've had enough time So have we had enough time? I don't want what this evening will become If we have enough time So do we have enough time? (You're a lyric in my head I haven't thought of yet) I don't need these evenings to repeat If we've had enough time So have we had enough time? (You're a lyric in my head I haven't thought of yet) (All along Armitage Avenue) ... |