She looked a lot like I did, so it was easy
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She wore painted lips and powdered eyelids
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But unlike me did not react
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Maybe she even smiled back
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You must have known where this was going
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Was it your first time
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You kept playing possum, always knowing
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That she was going to be the one
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I was the girl she had become
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Leaves are falling
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Though it's only Spring
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On the front lawn
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From the willow tree
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No answer
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You just run away
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And leave your shadow
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Under the willow tree
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She was close enough to understudy
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And make your payday
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She fell into place like easy money
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And let your inhibitions fly
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Repair the tear I left inside
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And she's the real thing, it's really happening....
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The Willow Tree
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| Jane Child |
