| I woke up this morning with a funny taste in my head
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| Spackled some butter over my whole grain bread
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| Something tastes different, maybe it’s my tongue
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| Something tastes different, suddenly I’m not so young
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| I’m just a stranger, even to myself
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| A re-arranger of the proverbial bookshelf
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| Don’t be a fool girl, tell him you love him
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| Don’t be a fool girl, you’re not above him
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| I never thought I could love anyone but myself
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| Now I know I can’t love anyone but you
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| You make me think that maybe I won’t die alone
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| Maybe I won’t die alone
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| Kiss the boys as they walk by, call me their baby
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| But little do they know, I’m just a maybe
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| Maybe my baby will be the one to leave me sore
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| Maybe my baby will settle the score
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| What have I become
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| Something soft and really quite dumb
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| Because I’ve fallen, oh
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| Cause I’ve fall-fallen
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| Oh, cause I’ve fall-fall-fallen
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| So far away from the place where I started from
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| I never thought I could love anyone
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| I never thought I could love anyone
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| I never thought I could love anyone
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| But you, but you, but you, but you, but you
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| But you make me think that maybe I won’t die alone
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| Maybe I won’t die alone |