(Cy Coleman / Dorothy Fields)
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Where am I going?
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And what will I find?
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What's in this grab-bag
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That I call my mind?
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What am I doing
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Alone on the shelf?
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Ain't it a shame
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But no-one's to blame but myself
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Which way is clear
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When you've lost your way
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Year after year
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Do I keep falling in love
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For just the kick of it?
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Staggering through
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The thin and thick of it
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Hating each old
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And tired trick of it
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Know what I am
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I'm good and sick of it
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Where am I going?
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Why do I care?
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Run where it's foul
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Or run where it's fair
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No matter where I run
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I meet myself there
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Looking inside me
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What do I see?
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Anger and hope and doubt
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What am I all about?
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And where am I going?
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You tell me
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When you've lost your way
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Year after year
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Do I keep falling in love
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For just the kick of it?
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Staggering through
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The thin and thick of it
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Hating each old
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And tired trick of it
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Know what I am
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I'm good and sick of it
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Where am I going?
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Why do I care?
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Run to the Bronx
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Or Washington Square
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No matter where I run
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I meet myself there
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Looking inside me
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What do I see?
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Anger and hope and doubt
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What am I all about?
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And where am I going?
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Where am I going?
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Where?
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Tell me where?
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Where Am I Going
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| Dusty Springfield |
