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Sometimes II
Sometimes
When we’re getting ready to go some place
I suffer from a change of direction
Its a fault of yours…
I lose my place
Lose track of time
You have a way of making me lose my mind
When we’re getting ready to go some place
I suffer from a change of direction
Its a fault of yours…
I lose my place
Lose track of time
You have a way of making me lose my mind
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