| There is a girl here, sitting next to me
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| She reminds me of you
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| Something in her eyes, the way she smiles
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| I can say she is almost you
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| When I look at her in certain ways
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| I pretend I am seeing you
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| Both the way she walks and how she talks
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| Makes me feel she is almost you
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| And you spell you put on me
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| Made you come back haunting me
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| So I have not got the ghost of a chance
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| She is almost you
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| Slowly moving, closer to me now
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| Share we share a glass or two?
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| When I hear a whisper in my ear
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| I realise she is almost you
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| And you spell you put on me
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| Made you come back haunting me
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| So I have not got the ghost of a chance
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| 'Cause you spell you put on me
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| Made you come back haunting me
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| Then I have not got the ghost of a chance
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| She is almost you
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| I guess this could never work
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| Not with someone like her
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| 'Cause I’ll always be reminded of how much she’s almost you
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| And you spell you put on me
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| Made you come back haunting me
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| So I have not got the ghost of a chance
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| 'Cause you spell you put on me
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| Made you come back haunting me
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| Then I have not got the ghost of a chance
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| She is almost you
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| She is almost you
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| She is almost you
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| She is almost you |