| Too many women in this big black room
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| Too many people with the same perfume
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| Too many women but not enough of you
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| Too many prisoners in this sinking ship
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| Too many ribbons at your fingertips
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| Too many reasons for me to be blue
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| But not enough of you
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| Not enough of you
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| But I will wait for you to figure it out
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| Soon you’ll be chasing me through the out door onto the street
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| I will be kneeling on the ground
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| Thanking my lucky scars you’ve found me
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| My lucky scars you’ve finally tripped over me
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| Too many spiders on your windowpane
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| Too many creatures with the same Christian name
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| Too many Betty’s and too many Sue’s
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| But not enough of you
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| Not enough of you
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| But I will wait for you to figure it out
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| Soon you’ll be chasing me through the out door
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| Onto the street
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| I will be kneeling on the ground
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| Thanking my lucky scars you’ve found me
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| My lucky scars you’ve finally tripped over me
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| Is it possible to be listening long enough to forget I am alive
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| Is it possible for me to be giving more of myself than I actually have
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| Is it possible for me to be listening long enough to forget I’m not alone
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| Is it possible to be giving more of myself than I actually have
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| Too many women in this big black room
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| Too many people with the same perfume
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| Too many women but not enough of you, of you
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| Not enough of you, not enough of you |