| Girl with a heart that keeps on changing
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| Girl with a mind that’s moving on
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| Picking up on things that life’s afforded
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| Loosen up on teathers
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| Foreseen she’s on
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| Many times I hear it tell
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| Things don’t go together very well
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| But I left her no words on the side of
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| The first thing that you’d ever blow your mind for
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| And it’s just. |
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| Come on, keep on changing
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| Come on, little I want the jive
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| Let me know just what it is that fooled you, oh
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| With the first thing that could be ever left inside of it
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| Never ending, never changing
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| Never really sure of why, good slide
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| But really just knowing what contains you
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| Guessing all that can be build inside of it
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| But these times that I spent so well
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| Fighting contradicts so well
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| Then there’s something still left
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| Something that could be gained inside
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| Of the first thing that could be beating inside
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| Come on girl, keep on changing
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| Come on girl, little I want the jive
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| My heart’s just burning
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| What could be there, burning?
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| I’d like to know what you left inside of it, oh
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| Come on, keep on changing
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| Come on girl, little I want the jive
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| Make you good things that I do
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| I can’t afford you
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| But I’ll let you alone
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| Until I can find myself inside, so
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| Come on girl, just keep it changing
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| I know what it feels inside of me
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| Many times you’re just so mean
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| I can’t feel it, yeah
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| This rose down here can’t be more than a slight
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| Keep on changing
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| Just little known for jive
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| Somewhere like New York
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| Can it flow
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| Just what they talk
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| The first time you got a man. |
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