Got nowhere to stay
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Got nowhere to go
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Got no one to blame for lettin' myself get so low
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It's right on the tip of my tongue
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What's the word I'm thinkin' of
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It's right in the middle of good and bad
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So how can it be love
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My brain is too soft
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My money's no good
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I tend to get lost just walkin' in the neighborhood
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It's right on the tip of my tongue
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What's the word I'm thinkin' of
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Sometimes I feel like I'm drifting away
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And that's all I can say
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It's nothing I can't control
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But in matters of the heart and soul
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I must admit that I just don't know
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I don't know what to say
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I don't know what to do
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I don't know what possessed me
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To get together with a girl like you
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You're right on the tip of my tongue
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Are you the girl I'm thinkin' of
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Right in the middle of hate and love
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An iron fist in a velvet glove
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Sometimes I feel like I'm drifting away
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And that's all I can say
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Gotta step back
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And give each other room to grow
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Listen to your heart
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It'll tell you where to go
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I must admit that I just don't know
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Admit that I just don't know
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Sometimes I feel like I'm drifting away
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And that's all I can say
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It's nothing I can't control
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But in matters of the heart and soul
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Sometimes I feel like I'm drifting away
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And that's all I can say
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Gotta step back
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And give each other room to grow
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Listen to your heart
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It'll tell you where to go
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I must admit that I just don't know
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Admit that I just don't know
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Admit that I just don't know
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Drifting Away
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| Fastball |
