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Here she comes again |
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It's funny how she keeps you hangin' around |
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Acting out a scene that she had seen the night before |
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To help her understand |
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She keeps a picture in her hand |
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Here she comes again |
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Wearing all the wares she cares to hold |
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She's at the open window with a blanket for a coat |
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And laughing at your jokes |
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But her words they only sound like shields, yeah |
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I wonder what she's doing now |
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Since I've seen her it's been so long |
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Ah you've seen the way she is |
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It's hard to keep a hold |
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When she keeps you waiting in the road |
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Here she comes again |
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Mopping off the fever from your brow |
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If only she'd believe you when you say that |
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You're the one to keep her satisfied |
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She just says you're making too much noise, yeah |
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Constantly turning yourself in her circles |
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And rolling yourself into a tight little ball |
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You were thinking she could |
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Maybe reach a hand out to find you |
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But someone's got to hold up these walls |
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Here she comes again |
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Showing you the corner of a note |
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Looking like a woman in the spotlight on the floor |
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But when the day returns |
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You see she's just a little girl |
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Here she comes again |
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Here she comes again |
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Here she comes again |
