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Sitting on the shelf without Shelly |
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It's not quite as fun as I thought it could be |
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Sitting on the shelf without Shelly |
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It's like sitting on the shelf with just me |
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I thought we'd get down from here together |
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Or maybe just hang out here forever |
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I guess things are different now |
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If you love them you let them go |
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Like baby Moses and the melting snow |
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But somehow I feel my hand reach out |
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And words form in my mouth to shout |
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If I'd seen it coming I'd have clung on for dear life |
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But she slipped you see and she fell on her feet |
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And now she seems happy me and my shelf |
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Cannot compete |
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Sitting on the shelf without Shelly |
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It's not quite as fun as I thought it could be |
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Sitting on the shelf without Shelly |
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It's like sitting on the shelf without me |