There¡¯s a distance in your eyes
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That¡¯s why a smile is always a surprise
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When you call and you talk to me
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I wonder which person you¡¯re going to be
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She said, all your songs are sad songs
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Why do you always have to see the worst of it
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Could you write me just one love song?
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Put my name somewhere in the middle of it
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It¡¯s not hard to write Elizabeth
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Just close your eyes boy and take your best guess
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Cause the truth is hard, isn¡¯t it?
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She said ¡°I¡¯ll be listening in my favorite white dress¡±
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All these quite afternoons,
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She said, ¡°I wonder if I¡¯ve given up my love too soon¡±
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As her hair fell from her curls
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I said you¡¯re pretty uptight for a Mexican Girl
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She said, all your songs are sad songs
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Why do you always have to make me feel like shit?
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Could you write me just one love song?
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And put my name somewhere in the middle of it
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And if you call the song Elizabeth
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All my friends will know it¡¯s about me
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Cause the truth is hard, isn¡¯t it?
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Don¡¯t take too long, I just know you¡¯ll come back to me
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I said all these songs are love songs
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Just love at times can make you feel like shit
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So you write a string of words down
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It¡¯s better if there¡¯s some truth in it
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It¡¯s true I love you Elizabeth
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I love the way you move in that silly white dress
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Because the truth is hard to admit
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I¡¯ve never known love
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This is just my best guess.
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Elizabeth
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