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I heard you saw her again last evening |
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I heard you'd been with her for two or three days |
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I still have her picture taped to my mirror |
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Did she still look the same after all these years? |
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I remember her as the most beautiful woman |
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Was her hair still blonde? Were her eyes still blue? |
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Were they soft and gentle or filled with tears? |
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Did she still look as hurt after all these years? |
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I lost track of her way back in the sixties |
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I even heard that she had tried suicide |
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There were rumors the government killed her career |
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Did she still look as scared after all these years? |
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Will they ever uncover her terrible secret |
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And untangle the mystery of her life? |
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Will they ever know why she disappeared? |
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Was she still as gone after all these years? |
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Was she still as alluring, still as seductive? |
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Could she still drive you crazy by the look on her face? |
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Did she still have a whisper you could hear cross an ocean? |
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Was she still a scandal still a disgrace? |
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Was she still as impossible, still as voluptuous? |
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Still as helpless and full of fears? |
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Was she still as provocative, still as compelling? |
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Was she still as late after all these years? |
