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What is the name to call |
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For a different kind of girl |
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Who knows the feelings |
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But never the words |
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To look at you |
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And never speak |
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Is so good |
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For me tonite |
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To look at you |
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And never speak |
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Is so good |
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For me tonite |
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What is the name to call |
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For a different kind of girl |
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Who knows the feelings |
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But never the words |
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Who do you ask when there's no one |
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Left to turn to |
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You ask me and I'll always try to hear |
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Past money and colours and make believe |
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Good cheap values for a thrifty clown |
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To look at you |
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And never speak |
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Is so good |
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For me tonite |
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To look at you |
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And never speak |
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Is so good |
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For me tonite |
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To look at you |
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And never speak |
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Is so good |
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For me tonite |
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What is the name to call |
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For a different kind of girl |
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Who knows the feelings |
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But never the words |
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What do you fear in the simple |
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Still of a summer's nite |
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I understand I sympathize for a day dream |
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Fairytales and I love you |
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What is the name to call |
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For a different kind of girl |
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Who knows the feelings |
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But never the words |
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To this . . . real life documentary |
