(Two-three go)
I keep forgetting you don't love me no more
I keep forgetting you don't want me no more
I keep forgetting that you told me that you
Didn't want me around any more
But these stupid old feet
Just head for your street
Like they've done so many times before
And this stubborn old fist
At the end of my wrist
Keep knocking on your front door
I keep forgetting you don't love me no more
I keep forgetting you don't want me no more
I keep forgetting about those heartbreaking nights
And those heartbreaking things that you said
Though it's plain as can be
You're finished with me
I can't believe our love is dead
Though I know in my heart
Ahh, we've drifted apart
I can't believe our love is dead
I keep forgetting you don't love me no more
I keep forgetting you don't love me no more
I keep forgetting you don't love me no more
No, no, no
But these stupid old feet
Just head for your street
Like they've done so many times before
And this stubborn old fist
At the end of my wrist
Keep knocking on your front door
I keep forgetting you don't love me no more
I keep forgetting you don't love me no more
I keep forgetting you don't love me no more
Oh like moon in the morning
Though it mustn't be there
I keep forgetting
I keep forgetting
I keep forgetting
I, yeah
Thank you
I keep forgetting
Just keep out of, ah, myself out of cold the last couple of days
Must take a little bit of medicine, yeah
Toast to Johan Strauss, Strath, Stauss is his birthday
(Happy birthday, Johan)
Since having fifth centenary, we've a strange request from Vienna
T- would like to be part of an album and we gave it a try, Ended Up In Dire Straits
So we need a bit of waltzing
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