| And speaking of
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| Little Miss Catherine
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| I feel swell, oh well
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| Because losing you
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| Was something I always…
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| Did so well
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| I guess I just can’t tell anymore
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| And the feeling I get when I see your clothes
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| Spread out on my floor
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| Oh, I’m such a bore, I’m such a bore
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| I don’t do anything anymore
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| I just count these ceiling tiles falling to my floor
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| Sorry, I nearly lost my head
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| I’m sorry, I nearly lost my head
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| But you know those words that you said
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| They get stuck here in my head
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| And this feeling I dread, it makes me wish I was dead
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| Or just alone instead, I’ll be alone instead
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| I don’t need anyone in this bed
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| Just these ceiling tiles falling through my head
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| Sorry, I really lost my head
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| Oh, I’m so sorry, I really lost my head
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| Oh, those words you said |