Why does the rhythm get me every time?
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It wouldn't if the girls all got along
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And maybe I imagined that just like I imagine I know you
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Where is the mirror? Get me to its face
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So primitive and yet we all get it wrong
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And what a very modern prince
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Just like I imagine I know you
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Oh my, my
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Look what you've become It's the same for all of you
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And then it catches up
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And you notice what you're made of
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Oh my, my Look what you've become
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It's the same for all of you
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And then it catches up
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And you notice what you're made of
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Why does the rhythm get us every time?
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So primitive and yet we all get it wrong
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And what a very modern piece
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Always I imagine it in tune
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Girls Singing
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| Mates Of State |
