Insane, sitting in front of our windowpane
Watching the clock as the hours were creeping along
I sang a song, song, song, song...

In truth, I was the one who was acting uncouth
Holding you back from the curious tale of the night
It wasn't right, right, right, right...

No one else could feel the way I do
No one else could feel the way I do

Insane, sitting in front of our windowpane
Watching the clock as the hours were creeping along
I sang a song, song, song, song...


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