Is it her way
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is it the way she looks at you
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seeing her face
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as you walk through the crowded avenue
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that sets you afire
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remembering all you left behind
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don't fall back in line
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better you let her memory die
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draw strength
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walk on into the night
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better you try to pass her by
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walk on into the night
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is it too late
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or are you forever in this state of crippling shyness
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whenever you see her walking by
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Mirror's Image
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The Horrors |