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And speaking of |
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Little Miss Catherine |
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I feel swell, oh well |
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Because losing you |
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Was something I always... |
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Did so well |
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I guess I just can't tell anymore |
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And the feeling I get when I see your clothes spread out on my floor |
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Oh, I'm such a bore, I'm such a bore |
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I don't do anything anymore |
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I just count these ceiling tiles falling to my floor |
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Sorry, I nearly lost my head |
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I'm sorry, I nearly lost my head |
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But you know those words that you said |
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They get stuck here in my head |
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And this feeling I dread, it makes me wish I was dead |
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Or just alone instead, I'll be alone instead |
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I don't need anyone in this bed |
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Just these ceiling tiles falling through my head |
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Sorry, I really lost my head |
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I'm so sorry, I really lost my head |
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Oh, those words you said |
