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Why don't we stop foolin' ourselves?
 The game is over, over, over
 No good times, no bad times
 There's no times at all
 Just The New York Times
 Sittin' on the windowsill
 Near the flowers
 We might as well be apart
 It hardly matters, we sleep separately
 And drop a smile passin' in the hall
 But there's no laughs left
 'Cause we laughed them all
 And we laughed them all
 In a very short time
 Time is tapping on my forehead
 Hangin' from my mirror
 Rattlin' the teacups
 And I wonder-
 How long can I delay?
 We're just a habit, like saccharin
 And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue
 But each time I try on the thought of leavin' you
 I stop
 I stop and think it over
 

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Duration
02:14
Key
7
Tempo
80 BPM

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