| I’ll pull her up every night
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| She always sounds like a stranger
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| Sometimes I know that she’s there
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| She doesn’t answer the phone
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| Could this song be part of the truth
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| Or is she just pretending, pretending
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| When she’s rising, she high
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| In her secret world, in her secret world
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| We could be ships in the night
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| 'Less we collide on this ocean
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| Sometimes I look into her yes
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| Realize nobody’s hom
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| There’s always been something about her
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| That I never should run
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| And she’s rising, she’s hot
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| In her secret world, in her secret world
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| When she’s out there she rides
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| In her secret world, in her secret world
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| I can see through her disguise
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| She never looks in a mirror
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| Is that a mask that she’s wearing
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| I’d be so intrigued to know
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| Even the clothes in her wardrobe
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| Are no indication
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| She could be standing there naked
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| It wouldn’t show
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| And she’s rising, she’s hot
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| In her secret world, in her secret world
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| When she’s out there she rides
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| In her secret world, in her secret world
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| And she’s rising, she’s hot
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| In her secret world, in her secret world
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| When she’s out there she rides
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| In her secret world, in her secret world
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| And she’s rising, she’s hot
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| In her secret world, in her secret world
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| When she’s out there she rides
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| In her secret world, in her secret world
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| And she’s rising, she’s hot
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| In her secret world, in her secret world
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| When she’s out there she rides
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| In her secret world, in her secret world |