| Bug eyed and with two left feet
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| I’m shaking down on struggle street
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| Bought a raft from a bargain bin
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| Never thought I’d take it for a spin
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| Baby, I got but one oar
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| Circling round our days of yore
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| North or east, I don’t have a clue
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| All I know is I’m losing you
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| This ain’t summer time
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| You know the sun don’t shine
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| Rain come wash away the grime
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| Tired of love and hate too
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| I have no idea what I’m gonna do
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| You know I’m lost in losing you
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| Lost out in the third degree
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| Adrift on a loser’s sea
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| The master and the mutineer
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| In a fog that just won’t clear
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| Off course in my one raft fleet
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| Your parting phrase is on repeat
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| I have no idea what I’m gonna do
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| All I know is I’m still losing you
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| This ain’t summer time
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| You know the sun don’t shine
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| Rain come wash away the grime
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| Tired of love and hate too
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| I have no idea what I’m gonna do
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| You know I’m lost in losing you
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| And I keep on losing you |