| Seventh heaven, I stagger on
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| Half eleven, my senses is gone
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| Zig Zag walking, but on the whole
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| Find my way by remote control
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| In the mirror my reflection,
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| Stares at me without affection,
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| Or surprise
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| Patterns spinning on the ceiling
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| Empty bed and empty feeling.
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| Come tomorrow I’ll think again
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| Till it’s time for a drink again
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| Patterns spinning on the ceiling
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| Empty bed and empty feeling,
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| No surprise
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| In the mirror my reflection,
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| Stares at me without affection.
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| Pull your socks up, Tow the line
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| Like right away there’s not much time
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| It’s all worthwhile you’ll find out wait and see
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| Endless rows of unlocked doors
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| Which one to pick the choice is yours
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| There before you stand your destiny
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| In the mirror my reflection,
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| Stares at me without affection,
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| Or surprise
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| In the mirror my reflection,
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| Stares at me without affection
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| No surprise
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| Patterns spinning on the ceiling
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| Empty bed and empty feeling
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| No surprise
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| In the mirror my reflection,
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| Stares at me without affection
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| Patterns spinning on the ceiling
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| Empty bed and empty feeling
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| In the mirror my reflection,
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| Stares at me without affection
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| Patterns spinning on the ceiling
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| Empty bed and empty feeling |