| Such a funny little song
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| That I heard you hum at night
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| Like a strange lullaby
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| That made me fall asleep
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| I tried to write it down
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| Just as soon as I’m awake
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| But it didn’t came out right
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| Better stick to counting sheep
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| Is this, is this as good as it gets
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| That’s just what I ask myself
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| Is, this, is this as good as it gets
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| Who can answer that
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| I recall a childhood dream
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| I was standing on a roof
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| But I didn’t dare to jump
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| 'Cause perhaps I couldn’t fly
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| But you pushed me and I fell
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| And I folded out my wings
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| And I never touched the ground
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| It was not time to say goodbye
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| Is this, is this, is this, is this, is this
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| Is this as good as it gets
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| That’s just what I ask myself
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| Is this, is this as good as it gets
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| Who can answer that
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| Is this, is this as good as it gets
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| That’s just what I ask myself
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| Is this, is this as good as it gets
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| Who can answer that
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| Is this, is this as good as it gets
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| That’s just what I ask myself
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| Is this, is this as good as it gets
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| Who can answer that |