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Upon her tapestries and curtains |
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I read her future and her past |
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And does she see that I'm uncertain |
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As I sip the final glass |
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And wait to be invited to remain |
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But it's insane, she never sees me when I'm strong |
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She can get along |
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She can get along |
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She can get along |
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She can get along |
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There will be those who say she's crazy |
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Her feet are seldom on the ground |
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She may be lost but she's a lady |
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And so she finds herself surrounded and confused |
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By all the songs and serenades |
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Of all the kings and cavaliers who mean to make her strong |
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She can get along though |
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She can get along... |
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Sad goodbyes and summer dresses |
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She wears them silently and still |
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What she doesn't know she gueses |
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What she doesn't keep she spills |
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Across you life and lets you keep it when you go |
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And kind of winks to let you know |
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She's on her own |
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She can get along... |
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If you're gonna be around the girl you better know about her |
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I can tell you she can get along and don't you ever doubt her |
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Maybe she'll be lookin' like a lady needs a lover |
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But you know she's just a loner workin' easy under cover all alone |
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Yeah, yeah, wo I know she can get along alright |
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Deep down I know she can make it by I know.... |
