Intro: . . . . . .
Verse 1:
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He s uncool, an unsophisticat
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He s a tightrope walker on an open path
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He s a maze of curiosity
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He is the living bread that cures my appetite
Chorus:
I find that I can t breathe and I can t sleep
When he s not a - round
Every day is bluey grey
When he s not a - round
Verse 2:
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His mystique is one of innocence
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I feel I m lounging in lovely in his big blue eyes
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And I would be - be in paradise
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If I were always beside him like his Siamese
Interlude:
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Bridge:
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Can I keep him in my galaxy
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Can he live within my fantasy
Chorus: (up to Bmajor)
I find that I can t breathe and I can t sleep
When he s not a - round
Every day is bluey grey
When he s not a - round