| Well, I’ve got that creepy feeling
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| Nothing peaceful, nothing easy
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| Oh, it can’t be cowboy country
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| I’m not feeling bright or breezy
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| Oh, I’ve got this creepy feeling
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| And it feels like something’s ended
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| It’s all gone quiet in my head
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| Something’s broken, can’t be mended
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| Well, I’ve got this crazy heartbeat
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| And it tells me love is for real
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| Something’s telling me I’m alive
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| Try to remember how to feel
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| Well, I’ve got some real good reasons
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| But they’re not good enough for me
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| I’ve heard a lot about living
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| It’s something I’m waiting to see
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| Well, I’ve seen this many cities
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| And I’ve taken this many planes
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| This many’s how many it takes
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| To turn life the colour of rain
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| Looking through too many windows
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| I don’t even care what I see
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| Just keep second-rate love coming
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| 'Cos it’s all the sane
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| Same to me
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| What’s it all about, blue baby
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| Don’t tell me, I don’t want to know
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| What’s it all coming to, baby
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| You’ve got it good and I’ve got it so-so
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| Well, I’ve got that lookalike feeling
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| You could leave and I wouldn’t care
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| Yeah, you mean everything to me
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| And everything’s up in the air
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| Well, I’m here in isolation
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| And I’m looking into empty space
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| It’s all gone quiet in my head
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| So I’m getting out of
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| Of this race
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| What’s it all about, blue baby
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| Don’t tell me, I don’t want to know
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| What’s it all coming to, baby
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| You’ve got it good and I’ve got it so-so |