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Only loneliness is new to you But you can’t think of how to say it The same old splitting smile for you is all I have to give today Won't you let this sit and rest a bit? On cue, here comes a song Then just as we begin I say, “get on with it”, and once again, I'm wrong It’s the this this, the that this, the tall, blonde, with a hat this The good this, the sweet this, the this I still believe in I think I love this Can’t you see my face is tight for you? Is it getting in the way? The same old splitting smile for you is all you have to give today Won't you let this sit and rest a bit? On cue, here comes a song then just as we begin, I say “get on with it”, and once again, I'm wrong It’s the this this, the that this, the tall, blonde, with a hat this The good this, the sweet this, the this I still believe in I think I love this Can you see it how I see it? Tell me how it looks to you You have two feet in the door don’t you? It’s the this this, the that this, the tall, blonde, with a hat this The good this, the sweet this, the this I still believe in I think I love this