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Found On: Distressed Gentlefolk Every morning, I wake up In a new hotel Try to make it to breakfast So far I'm doing quite well But there are times when even the best laid plans go wrong And I'll be standing on the corner With another pair of sunglasses gone What are we doing here? With the clear blue sky above? And this real bad case of too much falling in love I've seen the ships sail off to Germany I've seen that idiot train When it has tried to run you over It comes back and tries it again You're by my side in one of a thousand pairs of Raybans And I wish that I could understand A quarter of the things you were saying And I don't care too much for the way you kiss But Lord above There's this real bad case of too much falling in love It's just a kind of dis-order I know it's dreadful and bad Well I sit in the back of the bus And sometimes I feel so sad And there are other times I can't believe the way things go I start to jibber and to giggle and to yammer whoa-oh-oh-oh But I'm not complaining I'd never do that, Lord above But there's a real bad case of too much falling in love Oh it's like the bends for a diver A back seat for the driver There's a real bad case of too much falling in love That's all it is Just a real bad case of too much falling in love You know it hurts to say that There's a real bad case of too much falling in love
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