"Regular Disease" as written by John White, Richard Moore, James Franklin and Will Teversham....
She knew that I'd choose a short brunette in brown shoes.
I ask the time and she hides her smile.

And when there's nothing left to use,
It's a regular disease.
And when there's nothing left to see,
It's a regular disease.

She laughs out loud when she reads,
She can't see how her key fits.
She's rare indeed, in here in bare feet.

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