| Here in some stranger’s room
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| It’s late in the afternoon
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| What am I doing here at all?
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| There ain’t no doubt about it
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| I’m losing you, I’m losing you
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| Somehow the wires have crossed
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| Communications lost
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| Can’t even get you on the telephone
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| Don’t wanna talk about it
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| I’m losing you, I’m losing you
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| Here in the valley of indecision
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| I don’t know what to do
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| I feel you slipping away
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| I feel you slipping away
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| I’m losing you, I’m losing you
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| You say you’re not getting enough
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| That I remind you of all that bad stuff
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| Well, tell me what am I supposed to do?
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| I just put a band-aid on it
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| And stop the bleeding now
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| And stop the bleeding now
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| I know I hurt you then
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| But it was way back when
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| And do you still have to carry that cross?
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| Don’t wanna talk about it
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| I’m losing you, I’m losing you
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| I’m losing you, I’m losing you
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| I’m losing you, I’m losing you |