Sappy pathetic little me
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That was the girl I used to be
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You had me on my knees
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I'd trade you places any day
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I'd never thought you could be that way
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But you looked like me on Sunday
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You came in with the breeze
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On Sunday morning
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You sure had changed since yesterday
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Without any warning
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I thought I knew you
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I thought I knew you
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I thought I knew you well...so well
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You're trying my shoes on for a change
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They look so good but fit so strange
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Out of fashion, so I can complain
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chorus:
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I know who I am, but who are you?
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You're not looking like you used to
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You're on the other side of the mirror
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So nothing's looking quite as clear
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Thank you for turning on the lights
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Thank you, now you're the parasite
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I didn't think you had it in you
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And now you're looking like I used to!
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You came in with the breeze
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On Sunday morning
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You sure have changed since yesterday
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Without any warning
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And you want me badly
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You cannot have me
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I thought I knew you
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But I've got a new view
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I thought I knew you well...oh well
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Sundays Morning
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| Gwen Stefani |
