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My oh my, deep sense of humour Time to time, my sweetest delights Can not hide my dependence on blue notes And quiet nights Could it be that I Found myself drinking Could it be that I'm The one that I love Could it be that I Found myself thinking That I'm Stuck in my middle Sometimes I get under pressure I minimize, despite useful signs Keep on trying to play the piano With one hand Slipped one time and opened a huge port Felt some pride, but still critical time I need to find my deep sense of humour For this time Could it be that I Found myself drinking Could it be that I'm The one that I love Could it be that I Found myself thinking That I'm Stuck in my middle Stuck in my middle Could it be that I Found myself drinking Could it be that I'm The one that I love Could it be that I Found myself thinking That I'm Stuck in my middle Could it be that I Could it be that I That I'm Stuck in my middle