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Do you know her name? |
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Do you ever wonder what she's thinking? |
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I love the way I have her all in my mind |
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Sweet and cherished by her man and country |
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One fine day she's gonna take up most of my time |
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Watching her drink |
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Make me thinking that something's missing |
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The chestnut room |
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Don't make her eyes that hard to see |
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With the dim light |
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Dancing across the marble table |
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And something bad dancing all over me |
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She's a hero, she's a villain |
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She'll give you love |
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The way you think you need it |
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On the platform for an easy train |
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Or down the road of a hard luck pain |
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I know there's still beauty in this crumbling world |
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But she's the wrong kind of girl |
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Reminds me of a tall rainbow I'd been seeing |
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Sunshine hanging on your bedroom wall |
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Do you ever feel that kind of blue obsession? |
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Where in the end |
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You don't get to know anything at all |
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She's a believer, she's a conceiver |
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You'll never ever want to leave her |
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Alone in a carnival breeze |
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Handful of dollars, mind full of schemes |
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You won't care about all the places she'll go |
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When she's the wrong kind of girl |
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I don't know, I've just been thinking |
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Sometimes it feels like I'll be sinking |
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Down with that brittle ship |
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With all the chances that I missed |
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I know that she's not my lover |
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And I can feel a little undercover |
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Happy looking into her world |
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From the pages of a picture book |
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To me, It can be so hard to even know |
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And anyway, it just comes and goes |
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How can one ever really grow? |
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With the wrong kind of girl |
