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Like one half of a print |
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Made with a piece of string |
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Through folded paper |
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You stand there before me |
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So like a girl I knew |
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So close it's painful |
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Do you wear sleeves to hide the scars |
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I know just where they are |
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I almost go to ask |
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Like one half of a film |
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Two ways the same beginning |
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Could end looking |
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You stand there before me |
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So like a girl I knew |
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So close it's spooky |
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Do you hide everything that's real |
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With funny drunken spiels |
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I'm almost go to hear |
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You tug your hair with your hands |
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Adjust your specs |
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You mumble quietly |
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Have we ever met? |
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Well yes and no |
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But I can't explain just yet |
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At the lost and found |
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Like one half of a print |
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Made with a piece of string |
|
Through folded paper |
|
You stand there before me |
|
So like a girl I knew |
|
So close it's painful |
|
Do you wear sleeves to hide the scars |
|
I know just where they are |
|
I almost go to ask |
|
You tug your hair with your hands |
|
Adjust your specs |
|
You mumble quietly |
|
Have we ever met? |
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Well yes and no |
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But I can't explain just yet |
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At the lost and found |
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I watch your shadow and think |
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Oh please oh please |
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I want a shadow that talks |
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And laughs and bleeds |
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You hunch your shoulders |
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And I'm weak at knees |
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At the lost and found |
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Lost you, found you |
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Like one half of a film |
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Two ways the same beginning |
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Could end looking |
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You stand there before me |
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So like a girl I knew |
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So close it's spooky |
