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She looks for all the signs |
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Checks your shirt when you get home to make sure |
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She keeps an eye on your telephone |
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Instead of asking you |
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She asks everyone you're with and ends up |
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In dark conclusion you're not alone |
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She calls you up repeatedly |
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Knows where you're at all the time |
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At night you tell her that she's all you long for |
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But she knows by your face there has got to be more |
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Her eyes are too narrow, her leg are too long |
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She knows by this time tomorrow you'll be gone |
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You'll be gone. |
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She used to be ahead |
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She had thrilling and exciting things to say |
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She kept you on your toes all the way |
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But now the tides have turned, you have |
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Come too close to knowing her |
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God forbid you'll know what she's really like |
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When she sleeps, she keeps her makeup on |
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She prefers to live in a lie |
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At night you tell her that she's all you long for |
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But she knows by your face there has got to be more |
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Her eyes are too narrow, her leg are too long |
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She knows by this time tomorrow you'll be gone |
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You'll be gone. |
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Na na na na na na na na |
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Na na na na na na na na |
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At night you tell her that she's all you long for |
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But she knows by your face there has got to be more |
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Her eyes are too narrow, her leg are too long |
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She knows by this time tomorrow you'll be gone |
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You'll be gone. |