| I’ve a very strange feeling I ne’er had before
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| It’s a kind of a grind of depression
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| My heart’s acting strangely, it feels rather sore
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| At least, it gives me that impression
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| I’m losing all relish for things that were dear
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| I’m looking for trouble and know it
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| When someone is near I’m feeling quiet queer
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| But I heartily hope I don’t show it
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| For I’m falling in love with someone, some one girl
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| I’m falling in love with someone head a-whirl
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| Yes, I’m falling in love with someone, plain to see
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| I’m sure I could love someone madly if someone would only love me
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| For I’m falling in love with someone, some one boy
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| I’m falling in love with someone, ah, what choice
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| For I’m falling in love with someone, plain to see
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| I’m sure I could love someone madly if someone would only love me |