| I thought I knew the girl so well
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| If she was sad I couldn’t tell
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| I missed the point, I missed the signs
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| So if she’s gone the fault is mine
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| I know, I know a whole lot of little things
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| And even though I confess them one by one
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| She would still be gone
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| Her eyes are blue, her hair is long
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| In '64 she was born in Baton Rouge
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| Her favorite song is «In My Life»
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| I memorized her every move
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| I knew her books, her car, her cloths
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| But I paid no attention to what mattered most
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| I never asked, she never said
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| And when she cried I turned my head
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| She dreamed her dreams behind closed doors
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| That made them easy to ignore
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| And I know, I know I missed the forest for the trees
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| And all I have to show oh when she walked out the door
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| The cold facts and nothing more
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| Her eyes are blue, her hair is long
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| In 64 she was born in Baton Rouge
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| Her father’s tall, her mother’s gone
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| She moved out west when she was two
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| The way she laughed, the way she loved
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| Oh my God what did I do |