| She says, «I'm getting that lonely sinking feeling
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| You know what I mean?»
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| With his hand on her back he’s thinking
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| «Where does that leave me?»
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| Just when I think I’ve uncovered the secret
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| To peace and tranquility
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| That lonely sinking feeling creeps up on me
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| He says, «I'm seeing those doubt filled
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| Questioning eyes
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| And I can’t believe it’s true»
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| With her head in her hands she sighs
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| «It's me, not you»
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| Just when I thought that I’d discovered the joy
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| Of loving one so completely
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| That lonely sinking feeling creeps up on me
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| Here in this silent room we wait on ancient ritual
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| Staring at our hearts
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| As if they were two caged animals
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| If I am the first to unlock those rusty doors
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| Will I be the first found bleeding on the floor?
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| She says, «I'm getting that lonely sinking feeling
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| You know what I mean?»
|
| With his hand on her back he’s thinking
|
| «Where does that leave me?»
|
| Just when I think I’ve uncovered the secret
|
| To peace and tranquility
|
| That lonely sinking feeling creeps up on me
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| Just when I thought that I’d discovered the joy
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| Of loving one so completely
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| That lonely sinking feeling creeps up on me
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| That lonely sinking feeling creeps up on me |