I look at her photographs
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Hiding behind a laugh
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I stare at her hazy eyes
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They make for a good disguise and
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I wonder how she dreams
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Sometimes it seems
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She's got it figured out
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What I don't know about and
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I know she's fine
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Runnin' through the night time
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And she gets by
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I wonder where she hides
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Where
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Can I find another
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There
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There goes my broken lover
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She looks like a beauty queen
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Cut from a magazine
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She got golden locks of hair
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She kills me with her stare and
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She says she won't date no boys
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Got no use for toys
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But then I see her flirt with a
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Poor man that she's gonna hurt
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I know she's fine
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Runnin' through the night time
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And she gets by
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I wonder where she hides
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Where
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Can I find another
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There
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There goes my broken lover
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And when She smiles I see it last
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How many miles she's come to pass
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I know she's fine
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Runnin' through the night time
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And she gets by
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I wonder where she hides
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Where
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Can I find another
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There
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There goes my broken lover
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Broken Lover
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| Ingram Hill |
