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
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'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
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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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Lately
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| Marcus Collins |
