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I know that woman in the mirror, not quite yours and not quite mine, |
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Who she is can't say for sure, could be from another tide. |
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She's the Queen of Sheba, my father's mother, |
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Her face is low flying Africa. |
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She says to me she is not me, |
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So tell me, tell me who is she ? |
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Tell me, tell me who is she ? |
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You'd think she owns the streets of Dublin, |
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They say she's king of Torquay island, |
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She trades in piracy and sinning |
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She knows where you go at night. |
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And when you think you've finally reached her, |
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She laughs and says, 'Babe, it's all right'. |
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I know that woman in the mirror, that creature has my thoughts as eyes. |
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He saw her once and then forgot her, she remembers all his lies, |
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He spoke in secrets and in German kissed in tongues and slept in sighs. |
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She says to me she's not my father, |
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So tell me, tell me who is she ? |
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Tell me, tell me who is she ? |
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You'd think she owns the streets of Dublin, |
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They say she's king of Torquay island, |
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She trades in piracy and sinning, |
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She knows where you go at night. |
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And when you think you've finally reached her, |
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She laughs and says, 'Babe, it's all right'. |
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I know that woman in the mirror, not quite yours and not quite mine |
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Who she is can't say for sure, could be from another tide. |
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She's the Queen of Sheba, my father's mother, |
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Her face is low flying Africa. |
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She says to me she is not me, |
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So tell me, tell me who is she ? |
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Tell me, tell me who is she ? |
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Tell me, tell me who is she ? |
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Tell me, tell me who is she ? |