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You tell me that you've never been this way before. |
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You tell me things I know that I've heard somewhere. |
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You're standing in the places and you're |
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Staring down through faces, that bring to mind traces |
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Of a girl, a girl that I knew somewhere. |
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I just can't put my finger on what it is |
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That says to me "Watch out! Don't believe her." |
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I can't give any reasons girl, |
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My thoughts are bound down in a whirl. |
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I just can't think who in the world was that girl; |
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I know I met her somewhere. |
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Someway, somehow this same thing was done. |
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Someone, somewhere did me this same wrong. |
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Well, goodbye dear, I just can't take this chance again. |
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My fingers are still burning from the last time. |
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And if your love was not a game, I only have myself to blame. |
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That's as may be, I can't explain. |
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Just ask the girl that I knew somewhere. |
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(Words and music by Michael Nesmith - transcribed from "The Monkees |
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Pocketbook of Songs" - 1967 - Raybert Productions, Inc.) |