| Sometimes, when the light catches her face
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| In a very particular way
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| It remind’s me so true
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| Of a girl that I once knew
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| And there’s something in her voice
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| That has left me with no choice
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| And a memory’s renewed
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| Of a girl that I once knew
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| And there’s something when she smiles
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| Drawing lines around her eyes
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| There’s a key hole I see through
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| To a girl that I once knew
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| Sometimes, it’s almost too much
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| When I feel her gentle touch
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| Running fingers down and through
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| Like a girl that I once knew
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| And to hear her sleeping breath
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| The rise and falling of her chest
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| Moonlight paints her ghostly blue
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| Like a girl that I once knew
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| And the girl that I once knew
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| Left me empty and confused
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| Yet it feels different somehow
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| With the girl that I know now
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| (Now, now, now…) |