| You make me nervous when I see you
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| I can’t imagine what it’s like to be you
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| It’s a mystery to me every day
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| And I’ve got to get away
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| I put a bet on with a bookie
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| For the race they put on over in Kentucky
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| It’s lovely at this time of year, so they say
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| And I’ve got to get away
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| I’m a dreamer, and you know
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| I’m a schemer with an eye for a show
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| It’s my imagination when I get low
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| And the truth is I don’t think I’ll ever go
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| When the music’s playing, that’s when it changes
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| And no longer do we seen like total strangers
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| It’s all those words which always get in the way
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| Of what you want to say
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| When I wake up in the morning
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| I think it only fair to give you warning
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| I probably won’t go away
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| I’ll more than likely stay
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| I’m a dreamer, and you know
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| I’m a schemer with an eye for a show
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| It’s my imagination when I get low
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| And the truth is I don’t think I’ll ever go
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| When the music’s playing, that’s when it changes
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| And no longer do we seen like total strangers
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| It’s all those words which always get in the way
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| Of what you want to say |