You look just like Sylvia:
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Well you look like her to me -
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the way she wore her hair then.
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Oh, the way she used to be.
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I've not seen her for a long time
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though I've heard she's still around.
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Her father's living with some girl
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who's a year younger than her.
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She's living in the country now yeah.
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Oh, she's trying to get better.
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Her beauty was her only crime.
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Yeah, I remember Sylvia.
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*So keep believing & do what you do,
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I can't help you but I know things are gonna get better.
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& please stop asking
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what it's got to do with you.
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Oh, keep believing 'cos you know that you deserve better.
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Who's this man you're talking to?
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Can't you see what he wants to do?
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He thinks if he stands near enough then he will look as good as you.
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Oh, he don't care about your problems. He just wants to show his friends.
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I guess I'm just the same as him -
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I just didn't know it then.
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I never understood you really
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& I know it's too late now.
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You didn't ask to be that way.
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Oh, I'm sorry Sylvia.
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[*Repeat]
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So keep believing & do what you do,
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I can't help you but I know things are gonna get better.
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Yeah you know that you deserve better. [x2]
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Oh Sylvia.
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Sylvia
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