| She’s perfect in her own way
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| Smoke rings rising to the winter grey
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| She’s perfect in her own way
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| Shining, stepping off a silver train
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| Now, I’m getting a sick taste in my mouth
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| From the medicine that I can’t keep down
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| She’s amazing in her own way
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| Always moving to a better place
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| She’s amazing in her own way
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| Laughing, you won’t get to the weaker traits
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| Now, I’m getting that sick taste in my mouth
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| From the medicine that I can’t keep down
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| You know, time heals nothing by itself
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| I see that ever so clearly now
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| She looks a little bit different now
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| Maybe a little bit softer around her eyes
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| Just a little bit different now
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| Maybe a little bit softer around her eyes
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| The lights had just gone out at Rockefeller Center
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| Take it slow and make it softer
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| Easy likes it nice and steady
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| The lights had just gone out at Rockefeller Center
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| Take it slow and make it softer
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| Easy likes it nice and steady
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| The lights had just gone out at Rockefeller Center
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| Take it slow and make it softer
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| Easy likes it nice and steady
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| The lights had just gone out at Rockefeller Center
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| Take it slow and make it softer
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| Easy likes it nice and steady
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| Now, I’m getting that sick taste in my mouth
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| From the medicine that I can’t keep down
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| You know, time heals nothing by itself
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| I see that ever so clearly now |