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Got nowhere to stay Got nowhere to go Got no one to blame for lettin' myself get so low It's right on the tip of my tongue What's the word I'm thinkin' of It's right in the middle of good and bad So how can it be love My brain is too soft My money's no good I tend to get lost just walkin' in the neighborhood It's right on the tip of my tongue What's the word I'm thinkin' of Sometimes I feel like I'm drifting away And that's all I can say It's nothing I can't control But in matters of the heart and soul I must admit that I just don't know I don't know what to say I don't know what to do I don't know what possessed me To get together with a girl like you You're right on the tip of my tongue Are you the girl I'm thinkin' of Right in the middle of hate and love An iron fist in a velvet glove Sometimes I feel like I'm drifting away And that's all I can say Gotta step back And give each other room to grow Listen to your heart It'll tell you where to go I must admit that I just don't know Admit that I just don't know Sometimes I feel like I'm drifting away And that's all I can say It's nothing I can't control But in matters of the heart and soul Sometimes I feel like I'm drifting away And that's all I can say Gotta step back And give each other room to grow Listen to your heart It'll tell you where to go I must admit that I just don't know Admit that I just don't know Admit that I just don't know
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