| I am thinking of days gone by
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| When you gazed at me but did not say a word
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| Now those days have turned into nights
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| And I’m scared to be around you, I’ll get hurt
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| I hope you’re still in there somewhere
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| I tell myself that I still care
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| But those glowing eyes keep me aware
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| Hell stole my baby
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| I see it in those eyes that you’re not there
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| And it’s not your voice
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| Your tongue’s got the cat
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| Your tongue’s got the cat
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| You told me our cat might taste great
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| In a tortured voice distorted like a curse
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| Then your tongue struck out like a snake
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| All that’s left of Fluffy was a little fur
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| I hope you’re still in there somewhere
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| I tell myself that I still care
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| But those glowing eyes keep me aware
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| Hell stole my baby
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| I see it in those eyes that you’re not there
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| And it’s not your voice
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| Your tongue’s got the cat
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| Hell stole my baby
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| I see it in those eyes that you’re not there
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| And it’s not your voice
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| Your tongue’s got the cat
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| Your tongue’s got the cat
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| Yeah yeah
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| Your tongue’s got the cat
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| Your tongue’s got the cat
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Your tongue’s got the cat |