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I thought I knew, the girl so well |
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If she was sad I couldn't tell |
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I missed the point, I missed the signs |
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So if she's gone the fault is mine |
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I know, I know, a whole lot of little things |
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And even though |
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I could list them one by one |
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She would still be gone |
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Her eyes are blue, her hair was long |
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In sixty-four she was born in Baton Rouge |
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Her favorite song is in my life, I memorized her every move |
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I knew her books, her car, her clothes |
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But I paid no attention to what mattered most |
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I'd never ask, she never said |
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And when she cried, I turned my head |
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She dreamed her dreams, behind closes doors |
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And that made them easy to ignore |
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And I know, I know, I missed the forest full of trees |
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And all I have to show |
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Oh, but she walked out the door |
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The cold facts and nothing more |
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Her eyes are blue, her hair was long |
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In sixty-four she was born in Baton Rouge |
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Her favorite song is in my life, I memorized her every move |
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I knew her books, her car, her clothes |
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But I paid no attention to what mattered most |
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Her eyes are blue, her hair was long |
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In sixty-four she was born in Baton Rouge |
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Her father's tall, her mother's gone |
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She moved out west when she was two |
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The way she laughed, the way she loved, oh my God what did I do? |
