| You could be sad but never torn
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| You saw the light when it was on
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| You never turned or looked away
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| Your eyes were focused, mine were grey
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| Your sentences were concentrated
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| You made your points so understated
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| Where I would mumble, you would say
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| Your eyes were focused, mine were grey
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| I made up conversations with my symbolic language
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| Saying everybody wants to be like you
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| But I’d rather fall in love with you
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| You got the picture from the start
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| You saw right through me in the dark
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| You saw that I couldn’t behave
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| With eyes so focused, yet so frail
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| I chose you from a million
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| You were the choice of billions
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| Wishing they would try to be like you
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| But I’d rather fall in love with you
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| You questioned men and called them whores
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| But you would never burn your bra
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| You held your head up in the rain
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| Your eyes were focused, mine were grey
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| You had relationships that worked
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| And yet experience with jerks
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| So well adjusted, but with charm
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| Your eyes were focused and yet calm
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| I’m fairly realistic
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| But my thought are out of lip-sync
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| When I say that I’m not one of those
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| Who pass you by and fall in love with you
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| I’ll pass you by and fall in love with you |