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Amnesia's a pretty word to speak aloud or write |
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So I shall use it as a nickname for the girl I've in my life |
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She's not the sum of what she owns |
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And she ain't cavalier with the skin she shows |
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She has saved me from the questions in my life that have plagued me |
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Now I know who I am, a tongue-biting one-woman man |
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Amnesia sings songs under her breath, she's too shy to project |
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She'd prefer say nothing at all than have to endure talk of the small variety |
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She don't always make nice with others |
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In fact, she sometimes makes downright mean with me |
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But she has saved me from the long nights and the last calls that have betrayed me |
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Now I know who I am, a house-broken one-woman man |
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Amnesia and Me, we're sitting in our tree |
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F-O-R-G-E-T-T-I-N-G everything we once knew |
