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Well, hello Mr. Soul |
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I dropped by to pick up a reason |
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For the thought that I caught that my head |
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Was the event of the season |
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Why in crowds |
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Just a trace of my face |
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Could seem so pleasin' |
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I'll cop out to the change |
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But a stranger is putting the tease on |
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I was down on the ground |
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When the messenger |
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Wrote me a letter |
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I was raised by the praise of a fan |
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Who said I upset her |
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Any girl in the world |
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Could have easily known me much better |
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She said |
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You're strange, but don't change |
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And I let her |
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In a while when the smile on my face |
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Turned to plaster |
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Stick around while the clown who gets sick |
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Does the trick of disaster |
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For the race of my head and my face |
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Is moving much faster |
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Is it strange I should change |
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I don't know |
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Why don't you ask her |
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Is it strange I should change |
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I don't know, why don't you ask her |
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Is it strange I should change |
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I don't know, why don't you ask her |
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Is it strange I should change |
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Why don't you ask her |