Would someone be so kind
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As to tell me where I am
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I feel a time and a space
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That I really can't explain
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There's a long road behind me
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But it's hazy up ahead
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Maybe I should draw the curtains
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Maybe I should get to bed
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I love it in the bubble
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I love it in the bubble
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I love it in the bubble
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It's like being in the womb
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And no-one knows the number
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To my little padded room
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What day is it this morning
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Do I know and do I care?
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The bag man is calling
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We're moving on from here
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I'm in and out of focus
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I'm in and out of touch
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No need and no connection
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With reality and such
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I love it in the bubble
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I love it in the bubble
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I love it in the bubble
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It's like being in the womb
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And no-one knows the number
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To my little padded room
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And I'm hanging on
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Hanging on
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Yeh I'm hanging on
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Hanging on
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I cut a key to the highway
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I was barely seventeen
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I was gonna do it my way
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The best there'd ever been
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Born to be a winner
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Never ever lose
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No deals with the devil
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Just the rhythm and the blues
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I love it in the bubble
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I love it in the bubble
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I love it in the bubble
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It's like being in the womb
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And no-one knows the number
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To my little padded room
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And I'm hanging on
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The Bubble
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| Status Quo |
