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Such a funny little song |
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That I heard you hum at night |
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Like a strange lullaby |
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That made me fall asleep |
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I tried to write it down |
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Just as soon as I'm awake |
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But it didn't came out right |
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Better stick to counting sheep |
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Is this, is this as good as it gets |
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That's just what I ask myself |
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Is, this, is this as good as it gets |
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Who can answer that |
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I recall a childhood dream |
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I was standing on a roof |
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But I didn't dare to jump |
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'Cause perhaps I couldn't fly |
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But you pushed me and I fell |
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And I folded out my wings |
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And I never touched the ground |
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It was not time to say goodbye |
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Is this, is this, is this, is this, is this |
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Is this as good as it gets |
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That's just what I ask myself |
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Is this, is this as good as it gets |
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Who can answer that |
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Is this, is this as good as it gets |
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That's just what I ask myself |
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Is this, is this as good as it gets |
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Who can answer that |
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Is this, is this as good as it gets |
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That's just what I ask myself |
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Is this, is this as good as it gets |
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Who can answer that |
