What a Shame
One of these days you`ll be the last thing on my mind
I`ll be able to get by
I won`t have to try not to look into that beautiful set of eyes
The ones that make me lose my head
and sing in the shower about every night
One of these days your voice won`t make me think twice
or make my A-phib heart set right
Your smell won`t fill my lungs
Because one of these days
We won`t be that close
But as of now
I`d prefer to think
You are all I need
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