| Well, no one told me about her
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| The way she lied
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| Well, no one told me about her
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| How many people cried
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| But it’s too late to say you’re sorry
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| How should I know, why should I care?
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| Please don’t bother trying to find her
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| Well, let me tell you
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| 'Bout the way she looked
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| The way she’d act
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| And the color of her hair
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| Her voice was soft and cool
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| Her eyes were clear and bright
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| I wanna get some of that stuff
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| But she’s not there, she’s not there
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| Well, no one told me about her
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| What could I do?
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| Well, no one told me about her
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| Though they all knew
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| But it’s too late to say you’re sorry
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| How should I know, why should I care?
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| Please don’t bother trying to find her
|
| Well, let me tell you
|
| 'Bout the way she looked
|
| The way she’d act
|
| And the color of her hair
|
| Her voice was soft and cool
|
| Her eyes were clear and bright
|
| But she’s not there
|
| But it’s too late to say you’re sorry
|
| How should I know, why should I care?
|
| Please don’t bother trying to find her
|
| Well, let me tell you
|
| 'Bout the way she looked
|
| The way she’d act
|
| And the color of her hair
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| Her voice was soft and cool
|
| Her eyes were clear and bright
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| I’m gonna get that
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| But she’s not there |