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Your making me stupid all over again Your making me forget all over again Your making me act so very strange Your making me pass on all of the blame I don't mind the guesswork in my mind I don't mind the waiting all of the time I don't mind queuing up in your line I don't mind the quietness in your eyes I could tell you all is going to be okay I could whisper 'sweetheart' its okay I could find the words you're trying to say I could get your blue eyes back from grey From Letras Mania