| She lives in the building
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| Up a floor or two from me
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| Could be three or four
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| But that’s not important really
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| When we pass each other
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| And she pays no mind
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| There’s something about her
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| Makes it hurt every time
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| Every time
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| I couldn’t quite figure out
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| Why it would be so painful
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| When I don’t even know her
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| But I feel so regretful
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| Then it hit me one day
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| When I saw her in the street
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| I always look her way
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| But she never sees me
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| She never sees me
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| My neighbour looks just like you
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| In a nearby memory
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| My neighbour looks just like you
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| And it’s just so hard to see
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| So I feel like I know her
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| As well as the seasons
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| But I’m drawn to a stranger
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| For the strangest reasons
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| And it’s so hard to face it
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| But I can’t look away
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| Might be easy to explain it
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| But it’s so damn hard to say
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| Hard to say
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| My neighbour looks just like you
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| In a nearby memory
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| My neighbour looks just like you
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| And it’s just so hard to see
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| My neighbour looks just like you
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| In a nearby memory
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| My neighbour, she looks just like you
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| And it’s just so hard to see
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| And it’s just so hard to see
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| And it’s just so hard to see |