| I know this girl
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| As pretty as can be
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| The sign of an Aquarius
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| She was born on the 18th
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| UFOs, snakes and spiders
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| Give her the creeps
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| And she’s got a half life, a half smile
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| And lives in semi luxury
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| Questions God, drugs and bullets
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| And the high school beauty queen
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| And she’s courageous but scared to death
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| But that’s what courage means
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| She’s looking for some courage
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| She feels faithless, she feels earthless
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| She wants to run
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| She’s strugglin' for purpose
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| I tell her hang in you know it’s worth it
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| You’ve just begun
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| You’ve just begun
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| Her bedroom is her temple
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| The books and the stereo her muse
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| She feels humbled by this equation
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| And sets fire to all her shoes
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| Not because of Henry Miller
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| She’s just not leaving anytime soon
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| And as the smoke pours out her window
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| An image forms behind the moon
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| And it looks like the face of Jesus
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| But if it’s Jesus she needs proof
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| At the heart of the matter, and a matter of fact
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| The science of matter
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| She hopes that it’s true
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| She’s looking for some courage
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| She feels faithless, she feels earthless
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| She wants to run
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| She’s strugglin' for purpose
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| I tell her hang in you know it’s worth it
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| You’ve just begun
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| You’ve just begun
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| And you’ve just begun |