| Well, she didn’t look as pretty as some others I have known
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| And she wasn’t good at conversation when we were alone
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| But she had a way of makin' me believe that I belonged
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| And it felt like comin' home, when I found her
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| 'Cause she seemed to be so proud of me just walkin' holdin' hands
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| And she didn’t think that money was the measure of a man
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| And we seemed to fit together when I held her in my arms
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| And it left me feelin' warm, when I loved her
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| 'Cause she brightened up the day like the early mornin' sun
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| And she made what I was doin' seem worthwhile
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| It’s the closest thing to livin' that I guess I’ve ever known
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| And it made me want to smile, when I loved her
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| I know some of us were born to cast our fortune to the winds
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| And I guess I’m bound to travel down a road that never ends
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| But I know I’ll never look upon the likes of her again
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| And I’ll never understand, why I lost her |