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This isn't the way I planned it, This is the missus, she misses the good things Only to be bothered, only to get involved Staring at the mirror, breaking a smile and crying Your well and quill are seething Write me a letter, it's better to read things Lines are indications, the station's calling you You're taken off of standby This isn't the way I'd have it This isn't bearing witness Tearing the corners, other sad endings Pacing through the front yard, we're not leaving yet They can't keep their hands off This isn't the way I planned it (Thanks to Troy for these lyrics) From Letras Mania