I'm looking for a girl who has no face
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She has no name, or number
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And so I search within his lonely place
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Knowing that I won't find her
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Well, I can't stop this feeling deep in inside me
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Ruling my mind
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I feel no sound
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Don't know where I'm bound
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The scenery is all the same to me
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Nothing has changed or faded
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I'm a part of it, some part of me
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Painted cool green, and shaded
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So, try to find myself must be the only way
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To feel free
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No Face, No Name, No Number
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| Steve Winwood |
