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I forget the bit that made so much sense I agree my stupid mind's a poor defence time and again I'll lose my face my shoes is a lonely place All is well that ends without much ado I've had time enough to get to you there's no point in dwelling on this you're far out of reach I forget the bit that does the trick I've let you slip away like figures in a dream time and again I'll lose my face my shoes is a lonely place; without everything goes on with such ease I've had time enough to get to you there is no middle road we're far out at sea From Letras Mania