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Having only myself to blame |
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Hard to describe when i can never seem to concentrate |
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And the things you said last night |
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Have all but passed me by |
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Feeling rather lonesome |
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Is never good for you but makes me feel important |
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And i don't need to wonder why it keeps you up at night |
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Then i just take a deep breath, and from the corners of my mind i think about when we met |
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Then i sometimes recorgnize that i've got no reason to cry |
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And it might take some convincing |
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at this point your acquaintances have all but written me off, |
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and you're finding they were right all along. |
