| She first showed up on the third of May
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| And, by all rights, this is not her school
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| She lives a couple of towns away
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| And it’s all pretty strange
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| We don’t know why they have sent her here
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| She floats around like a mystery
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| But in this smoke, there is one thing clear:
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| She has gotten to me
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| She has gotten to me
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| Oh, the O’Brien girl …
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| When she walks, I see all I would ever need
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| What they say she’s done is done
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| We’re born to be
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| She looks away when you look at her
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| Her voice is soft when she speaks at all
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| And no one knows just what did occur..
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| It’s all very strange
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| I want to take her to higher ground
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| I want to hold her in open fields
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| And keep her there where the only sound
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| Is her talking to me
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| But they keep talking 'bout her
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| Oh, the O’Brien girl
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| All I hear is you
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| You deep inside the night
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| And I dream till day you stay
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| To see it through
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| Oh, the O’Brien girl …
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| When you walk, I see all I would ever need
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| What they say you’ve done is done
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| We’re born to be |