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Sounds to me we're like a worn out tune,
oh so sweet, oh so blue.
We know all the words, but we miss the cues,
oh so sweet, oh so blue.
Place the needle on the jagged line,
play that record baby, one more time.
Sounds to me we're like a worn out tune.

Looks to me like you're just passing through,
here today, gone too soon.
Found in the morning and we're lost by noon,
here today, gone too soon.
Close the curtains and I'll make you mine,
dance to this samba baby, one more time.
Sounds to me we're like a worn out tune.

I'm not afraid of what you say,
so tell me once again,
I wasn't listening the first time.
I'm not afraid of what you are,
my enemy, my friend,
you're just enough to wrap my head around.
I'm not afraid of what I love,
baby, all the saddest songs we sing
are the ones we just can't get enough.
The ones we can't get enough of,
for once we just can't get enough.

Sounds to me we're like a worn out tune,
All the clichés, they've all been abused,
So hide the staff and I'll pour the wine,
Lift our glasses baby, one more time
Sounds to me we're like a worn out tune

I'm not afraid of what you say,
so tell me once again,
I wasn't listening the first time.
I'm not afraid of what you are,
my enemy, my friend,
you're just enough to wrap my head around.
I'm not afraid of what I love,
baby, all the saddest songs we sing
are the ones we just can't get enough.
The ones we can't get enough of,
for once we just can't get enough.

Sounds to me we're like a worn out tune,
all the clichés, they've all been abused

I'm not afraid of what you say,
so tell me once again,
I wasn't listening the first time.
I'm not afraid of what you are,
my enemy, my friend,
you're just enough to wrap my head around.
I'm not afraid of what I love,
baby, all the saddest songs we sing
are the ones we just can't get enough.
The ones we can't get enough of,
for once we just can't get enough.

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