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She walks through my mind She strolls through my moods And we're wasting time in the coming, going Losing time in the coming, going I will hold, hold your hand In the air, in the air A tune drifts through my mind A tune that isn't my kind I hear a voice and it's speaking to me I hear a voice and it's speaking to me Oh, I have sung one too many songs For a crowd Oh I, I have sung one too many songs For a crowd that didn't want to hear |