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Ain't it funny how things happen |
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Just as we think we've got it all straight |
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Everything seems to be moving forward |
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But instead we just sit around and wait |
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Seems things are in a lockdown |
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Nervous looks all around |
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Everyone is speaking in whispers |
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No one wants to make a sound |
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I'm losing my touch, yeah |
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Losing my touch |
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Losing my touch baby, way too much |
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Baby, get me out of here |
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It should be clear |
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Keep an eye on on your front door, baby |
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I'll be slipping in round the back |
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I just need a little, a little cab fare |
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And then I'll let you hit the sack |
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'Cause I'm losing my touch |
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Losing my touch |
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Yes I'm losing my touch way too much |
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Baby, get me out of here |
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It should be clear, yes |
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I ain't going to keep it long, baby |
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But just long, long enough |
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I've got to pick up my passports |
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And I've got to get my stuff |
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'Cause I'm losing my touch |
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Just losing my touch, baby, baby, baby |
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I'm losing my touch way, way too much |
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Baby, get me out of here |
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Well it must be clear |
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Losing my touch |
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Yes I'm losing my touch |
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Yes I'm losing my touch way too much |
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Baby get me out of here |
