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Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, the wrong side of the room, the wrong side of the world. |
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Can't put my finger on the mood. |
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It's not melancholy, anger or the blues. |
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I love my husband, my house, my job. |
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Couldn't be any better, and really what else is there? |
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Then I realize |
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I'm forgetting |
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God, and that's the root of all my misery. |
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Lord, first of all, how is it between you and me? . |
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Chorus: How is it between us? |
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How is it between us? |
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When did I talk to you last, and what has happened since? |
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How is it between us? |
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How is it between us? |
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When did I talk to you last, and what has happened? . |
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When I wake up |
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I am on my way, reinventing the wheel and saving the day. |
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I have learned this lesson a thousand times, |
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I am the branch, and you are the vine. |
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Apart from you we are mice and men, with our fancy dreams of grandeur and no way to get there. |
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Oh I can think about you now and then, or |
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I can make a mark on eternity. |
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Lord first of all, how is it, between you and me? . |
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Chorus . So let the wicked prosper, let the oceans roar, let the mountains crumble, and fall into the sea. |
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There's something more important weighing on my mind. |
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Lord first of all, how is it between you and me? . |
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Chorus. |
