| Lately, I have had the strangest feeling
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| With no vivid reason here to find
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| Yet the thought of losing you’s been hanging 'round my mind
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| Far more frequently you’re wearing perfume
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| With you say no special place to go
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| But when I ask will you be coming back soon
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| You don’t know, never know
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| Well, I’m a man of many wishes
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| Hope my premonition misses
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| But what I really feel my eyes won’t let me hide
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| 'Cause they always start to cry
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| 'Cause this time could mean goodbye
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| Lately I’ve been staring in the mirror
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| Very slowly picking me apart
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| Trying to tell myself I have no reason with your heart
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| Just the other night while you were sleeping
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| I vaguely heard you whisper someone’s name
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| But when I ask you of the thoughts your keeping
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| You just say nothing’s changed
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| Well, I’m a man of many wishes
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| I hope my premonition misses
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| But what I really feel my eyes won’t let me hide
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| 'Cause they always start to cry
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| 'Cause this time could mean goodbye, goodbye
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| Oh, I’m a man of many wishes
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| I hope my premonition misses
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| But what I really feel my eyes won’t let me hide
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| 'Cause they always start to cry
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| 'Cause this time could mean goodbye |