| You dyed your hair this year
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| You didn’t like the color
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| Looked the same to me
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| The same, but only darker
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| You cut your hair last year
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| I find it makes you taller
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| And your face looks smooth
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| You really do look younger
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| And you envied me once truly
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| For my youth and all my beauty
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| It was nice of you to tell me
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| Oh I wonder why you told me
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| And I wish you would’ve seen me more
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| In the letter you sent me once
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| You wrote of all you’d seen and done
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| Said that you quite missed me
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| Me, I grew my hair out
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| And the dye is almost gone now
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| But I’ve grown too much since then
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| And you think my youth is gone
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| But said that’s good and bad
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| Though this makes me kind of sad
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| It was nice of you to tell me
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| Oh I wonder why you told me?
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| But I wish you would have left me alone |