| I came in here for something
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| That’s why I’m in the room
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| I’ve no idea what I’m doing here
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| But that’s the kind of thing I do
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| Put something down
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| Then later on
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| Looking for it everywhere
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| Wondering where it’s gone
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| My Sunday’s always Monday
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| Guess I missed the news
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| I walk around with the permanent frown
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| My world is all confused
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| On my knees crawling over the floor
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| Looking for the missing piece, not here anymore
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| I don’t know how it is, I carry on
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| Since you’re gone
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| Nothing at all seems familiar
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| Everything looks out of place
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| I sit around like an out of work clown
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| Staring into space
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| You packed all your things and walked out on me
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| Not much in my future now as far as I can see
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| I don’t know how I get from day to day
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| Now you’ve gone away
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| Leaving me here staring into space |