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When I was a girl I dreamt of my twin |
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She shared all my flaws, she lived in my skin |
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She always forgave me no matter the sin |
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She finished my jokes before I'd begin |
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When I got older I asked for a dog |
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I dressed him in my clothes, I taught him right from wrong |
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I told him to love me more than his bone |
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But he ran after a milk truck and he never came back home |
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Oh dear me |
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What a strange peculiar thing |
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That I should always see |
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Someone just like me |
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Oh can it be |
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Such a constant ache in me |
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That I should always see |
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That complimentary me |
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Oh all of my lovers, they all end the same |
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They see what I am and they all fly away |
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'Cause I pick at their scabs and I rub off their stains |
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Til they can't quite recall their own God-given names |
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Oh dear me |
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What a strange peculiar thing |
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That I should always see |
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Someone just like me |
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Oh can it be |
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Such a constant ache in me |
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That I should always see |
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Someone just like me |
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Oh dear me |
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Oh dear me |
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Oh can it be |
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Such a constant ache in me |
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That I should always see |
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That complimentary me |
