| Fine white sheep and candles too
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| Bets in a straight row, one each for you
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| No one talks straight at you just outside the hallway
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| Flowers in the window, red and blue
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| Most people here still think of you
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| No bleeding eyes, and they pass
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| Bang your head, against the glass
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| What can I do, I am losing you
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| What can I do, I am losing you
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| What can I do, I am losing you
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| What can I do, I am losing you
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| From the doorway watching you sleep
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| Before you wake up, not when you eat
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| Keep it straight, wipe your mouth
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| Keep it down, boys don’t shout
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| What can I do, I am losing you
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| What can I do, I am losing you
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| What can I do, I am losing you
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| What can I do, I am losing you
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| From the doorway watching you sleep
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| Before you wake up, not when you eat
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| Keep it straight, wipe your mouth
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| Keep it down, boys don’t shout
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| What can I do, I am losing you
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| What can I do, I am losing you
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| What can I do, I am losing you
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| What can I do, I am losing you |