She says, "I'm getting that lonely sinking feeling,
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You know what I mean?"
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With his hand on her back he's thinking,
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"Where does that leave me?"
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Just when I think I've uncovered the secret
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To peace and tranquility
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That lonely sinking feeling creeps up on me
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He says, "I'm seeing those doubt filled
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Questioning eyes
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And I can't believe it's true"
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With her head in her hands she sighs,
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"It's me, not you"
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Just when I thought that I'd discovered the joy
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Of loving one so completely
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That lonely sinking feeling creeps up on me
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Here in this silent room we wait on ancient ritual
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Staring at our hearts
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As if they were two caged animals
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If I am the first to unlock those rusty doors
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Will I be the first found bleeding on the floor?
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She says, "I'm getting that lonely sinking feeling,
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You know what I mean?"
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With his hand on her back he's thinking,
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"Where does that leave me?"
|
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Just when I think I've uncovered the secret
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To peace and tranquility
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That lonely sinking feeling creeps up on me
|
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Just when I thought that I'd discovered the joy
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Of loving one so completely
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That lonely sinking feeling creeps up on me
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That lonely sinking feeling creeps up on me
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Lonely Sinking Feeling
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| Cowboy Junkies |
