| In her past there’s lots of people
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| I know them by their names
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| Some of them rushed by like water
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| Some of them were flames
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| Each and all knew a different girl
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| Someone I’ve never met
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| They went with her to parties
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| Good times she’ll not forget
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| And here I come with empty hands
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| Ready to receive
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| And I just hope she doesn’t change
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| Her mind and want to leave
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| Please you got to stay with me
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| Things will get better eventually
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| So girl stick it out with me
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| I feel a change coming over me
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| I came 'long at a time when she
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| Had offers left and right
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| I gave her all I had to give
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| All my best insight
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| Now she sees the uselessness
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| The nonsense of it all
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| She understands the ways of men
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| Kicking in the stall
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| I’ve got the feeling I did harm
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| No good there have I done
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| I see in her the shit that once was mine
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| Of which she asked for none
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| And sometimes when I look at her
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| I see a different girl
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| I wonder what she’s thinking
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| And if she’s not part of my world |