| I never came on strong
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| But then she came to me in a song
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| Her semblance would not soon dissolve
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| So misplaced in oblivion
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| I never sought her out
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| But then we crashed on my paper route
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| She placed her head upon my lap
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| And murmured, «it's your birthday»
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| Somebody else already found me
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| Somebody else, despite the night
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| Somebody else already found me out
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| She never came on strong
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| But then she came on to me with songs
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| Possessed me every single night
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| Her face, vivacious poetry
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| Her prose, an ocean of sore beauty
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| Somebody else already found me
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| Somebody else, despite the night
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| Somebody else already found me
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| Somebody else, beyond denial
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| Somebody else already found me out there, mid-air
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| Relay at the vanishing point
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| Despite the night, I don’t wanna go home
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| Somebody else already found me
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| Somebody else, despite the night
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| Somebody else already found me
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| Somebody else, beyond denial
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| Somebody else already found me, love
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| Relay at the vanishing point
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| Despite the night, I don’t wanna go home |