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Here in some stranger's room |
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Late in the afternoon |
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What am I doing here at all? |
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Ain't no doubt about it |
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I'm losing you |
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I'm losing you |
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Somehow the wires got crossed |
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Communication's lost |
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Can't even get you on the telephone |
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Just got to shout about it |
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I'm losing you |
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I'm losing you |
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Well, here in the valley of indecision |
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I don't know what to do |
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I feel you slipping away |
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I feel you slipping away |
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I'm losing you |
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I'm losing you |
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Well now, you say you're not getting enough |
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But I remind you of all that bad, bad, bad stuff |
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So what the hell am |
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I supposed to do? |
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Just put a bandaid on it? |
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And stop the bleeding now |
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Stop the bleeding now |
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I'm losing you |
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I'm losing you |
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Well, well, well |
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I know I hurt you then |
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But hell, that was way back when |
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Well, do you still have to carry that cross? (drop it) |
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Don't want to hear about it |
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I'm losing you |
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I'm losing you |
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Don't want to lose you now |
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Wellll! So long ago |
