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Losing My Touch
Reservations for one tonight
I'll be eating by myself again
At that quiet little corner spot
Where we use to hang with all our friends
Then I'll ease down to the local pub
And climb up on the tallest stool
Holding cord with my common sense
Out waiting all these common fools
I've got good taste for blended whiskey
I can see my way around this bar
I can hear sound of a vintage jukebox
And smell the smoke of a hand rolled cigar
I can't read your mind
Baby I can sense this much
When it comes to your love
I feel like I'm losing my touch
You're not buying this anymore
My lies have come up short again
You havent said it's over yet
Oh, but I can feel a bitter wind
And after giving me your better years
And hoping for the very best
Closing time is drawing near
As I sit alone with all the rest
Well, I've got good taste for blended whiskey
I can see my way around this bar
I can hear sounds of a vintage jukebox
And smell the smoke of a hand rolled cigar
I can't read your mind
Oh, But I can sense this much
When it comes to your love
I feel like I'm losing my touch
When comes to your love
I feel like I'm losing my touch
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I feel like I'm losing my touch
When comes to your love
I feel like I'm losing my touch
When it comes to your love
Oh, But I can sense this much
I can't read your mind
And smell the smoke of a hand rolled cigar
I can hear sounds of a vintage jukebox
I can see my way around this bar
Well, I've got good taste for blended whiskey
As I sit alone with all the rest
Closing time is drawing near
And hoping for the very best
And after giving me your better years
Oh, but I can feel a bitter wind
You havent said it's over yet
My lies have come up short again
You're not buying this anymore
I feel like I'm losing my touch
When it comes to your love
Baby I can sense this much
I can't read your mind
And smell the smoke of a hand rolled cigar
I can hear sound of a vintage jukebox
I can see my way around this bar
I've got good taste for blended whiskey
Out waiting all these common fools
Holding cord with my common sense
And climb up on the tallest stool
Then I'll ease down to the local pub
Where we use to hang with all our friends
At that quiet little corner spot
I'll be eating by myself again
Reservations for one tonight
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| LLosing MMy TTouch |
| osing y ouch |
| oLsing yM oTuch |
| kosing jy fouch |
| kLosing jMy fTouch |
| Lkosing Mjy Tfouch |
| oosing ky 5ouch |
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| oLosing kMy 5Touch |
| Loosing Mky T5ouch |
| posing ny houch |
| pLosing nMy hTouch |
| Lposing Mny Thouch |
| Myy youch |
| Lsing M yTouch |
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| Lsoing My Tyouch |
| Lksing Mg 6ouch |
| Mgy 6Touch |
| Loksing Myg T6ouch |
| L9sing Mh gouch |
| L9osing Mhy gTouch |
| Lo9sing Myh Tgouch |
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| L0sing M6 rouch |
| L0osing M6y rTouch |
| Lo0sing My6 Trouch |
| Llsing Mu Toouch |
| Llosing Muy Tuch |
| Lolsing Myu Tuoch |
| Lising M7 Tkuch |
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| Liosing M7y Tkouch |
| Loising My7 Tokuch |
| Lossing Mj T9uch |
| Loing T9ouch |
| Loisng Myj To9uch |
| Lozing Mt T0uch |
| Lozsing Mty T0ouch |
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| Loszing Myt To0uch |
| Lowing Tluch |
| Lowsing Tlouch |
| Loswing Toluch |
| Loding Tiuch |
| Lodsing Tiouch |
| Losding Toiuch |
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| Loeing Touuch |
| Loesing Toch |
| Loseing Tocuh |
| Loxing Tohch |
| Loxsing Tohuch |
| Losxing Touhch |
| Loaing To7ch |
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| Loasing To7uch |
| Losaing Tou7ch |
| Losiing Tokch |
| Losng |
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