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Oh, this perfume Must be something sacred To linger after you, like it do This scent’s been buried where I rest my head Pretend to forget but it still feels like you I must be losing my mind I must be losing my mind I thought I left you behind I must be losing my mind Sleep much longer than I did before Though haunted are dreams evermore Bless these angels hanging over my head Still as a tomb though I'm scared instead because I must be losing my mind I must be losing my mind I thought I left you behind I must be losing my mind, oh I must be losing my mind I must be losing my mind Oh, you left so much behind I must be losing my mind, oh