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Lyrics: Doves. Some Cities. One Of These Days.

You say something
Ohh, anything'll do my love
There's a girl on the phone
That's the girl who's never home

Say something good
And there's a wilderness of hope
That's the girl on the phone
That's the girl who's never home

And your friends they were so close

Say you will stay
Forgot what I came here for?
Passing signs on the road
Telling me I'm far from home

Strangers out here
Myself, I disappear
That's a killer on a call
That's a man who's workin' alone

Your friends they were so close
One by one they didn't stay
Drift away like rolling sea
One by one they drift away

One of these days
One of these days

And your friends they were so close
One by one they didn't stay
Drift away like rolling seas
Day by day they drift away

And the people that were close
Are the ones you miss the most

One of these days I'll blow away
One of these days I'll blow away