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Keith Toby Unleashed Losing My Touch Reservations for one tonight I�ll be eating by myself again At that quiet little corner spot Where we used to hang with all our friends And I�ll ease down to the local pub Climb up on the tallest stool Holding court with my common sense Outwitting all these common fools Chorus: I�ve got good taste for blended whiskey I can see my way around this bar I can hear the 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 haven�t 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 Chorus When it comes to your love I feel like I�m losing my touch |
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