By the door you said you had to go
Couldn't help me anymore
This I saw coming long before
So I kept on staring out the window
Calling you, calling you home
Born in a war of opposite attraction
It isn't, or is it a natural conception
Torn by the arms in opposite directions
It isn't, or is it a modernist reaction
Is it like this
Is it always the same
When a heartache begins
Is it always the same
Will you come back again
Will you tell me
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