You tell me that you've never been this way before.
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You tell me things I know that I've heard somewhere.
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You're standing in the places and you're
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staring down through faces, that bring to mind traces
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of a girl, a girl that I knew somewhere.
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I just can't put my finger on what it is
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that says to me "Watch out! Don't believe her."
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I can't give any reasons girl,
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my thoughts are bound down in a whirl.
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I just can't think who in the world was that girl;
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I know I met her somewhere.
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Someway, somehow this same thing was done.
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Someone, somewhere did me this same wrong.
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Well, goodbye dear, I just can't take this chance again.
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My fingers are still burning from the last time.
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And if your love was not a game, I only have myself to blame.
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That's as may be, I can't explain.
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Just ask the girl that I knew somewhere.
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(Words and music by Michael Nesmith - transcribed from "The Monkees
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Pocketbook of Songs" - 1967 - Raybert Productions, Inc.)
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THE GIRL I KNEW SOMEWHERE
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| Monkees |
