| I’ve never seen her before
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| Never been here before
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| Yet she seemed strangely familiar
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| Never set foot in this bar
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| Nor do I recognize that car
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| But you caught my eye
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| It looks like you’ve altered your skin
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| To fit over that tiny skeleton
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| Maybe you kidnapped some girl
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| Adopted her posture and jaw line
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| And made them your own
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| Well, they aren’t yours to own
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| You know that good boy ain’t me
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| People like us get poured into the daylight
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| Against the white sheets
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| Your black dress looks like an awful sin
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| Here we go again
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| Here we go again
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| You’re transparent
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| No proper introduction, just a sly smile
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| You’ve been throwing 'em back all night
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| You’re such a sloppy drunk
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| There goes another one on my shirt
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| You said you have my words written on your
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| Mirror in your bedroom at home
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| I’m flattered, I really am
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| I can feel my cheeks flush
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| It always makes the girls
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| It always makes the girls blush
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| You know that good boy ain’t me
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| People like us get poured into the daylight
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| Against the white sheets
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| Your black dress looks like an awful sin
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| Here we go again
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| I can feel my cheeks flush
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| It always makes the girls blush
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| Here we go again
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| Here we go again |