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new-order — Regret

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(It's only one more day) Can you wait My plane will be arriving shortly Right there at the gate I pray...
Just another day in the week Waiting for an opportunity to step in front of me Maybe I'm losing my mind Searching for...
It's a hard way to come home You've got me on my knees The walls are tumbling down The falling night believes
Who's that over there Looks like he dont care Almost lost his time Too much working overtime Gotta get up...
My promise could be your fiend A given end to your dreams A simple movement or rhyme Could be the smallest of signs...
Oh, it's a strange day In such a lonely way I saw some children dance I watched my life in a trance And the...
My eyes are weary of you before me I see for their sake, the light of daybreak It shines upon me, this day we'd all see...
One day it's now or never To stay at home Sometimes the dreams are better One thing you hold Believe that all...
My love falls from heaven To talk of this strange design Then it goes forever Where all things never die People...
Some days you waste your life away These times I find no words to say A crime I once committed filled me Too much of...


Maybe I've forgotten the name and the address
Of everyone I've ever known
It's nothing I regret
Save it for another day
It's the school exam and the kids have run away

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart

I was upset you see
Almost all the time
You used to be a stranger
Now you are mine

I wouldn't even trust you
I've not got much to give
We're dealing in the limits
And we don't know who with
You may think that I'm out of hand
That I'm naive, I'll understand
On this occasion, it's not true
Look at me, I'm not you

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart

I was a short fuse
Burning all the time
You were a complete stranger
Now you are mine

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain about my wounded heart

Just wait till tomorrow
I guess that's what they all say
Just before they fall apart







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