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| My | girl, she's | extraordi | nary |
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| my | girl, she's | different from the | rest |
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| she is | truth combined with | fiction, a | lovely contra | diction |
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| but you'll | only see the | part of her that she wants you to | see |
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| yes, | you'd under | stand if you | knew her like | I do |
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| I just | do what I | can to keep | up on her | point of view |
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| and | laugh to my | self when it's | over my | head |
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| she's got a | way of her | own |
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| some | times she | baffles and | confounds me |
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| but I'm | fine when she | wraps her arms | around me |
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| when I | finally figured | out I'll never | figure her out |
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| that's when | I begin to | understand just what she's all a | bout |
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| yes, | you'd under | stand if you | knew her like | I do |
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| I just | do what I | can to keep | up on her | point of view |
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| and | laugh to my | self when it's | over my | head |
| Em | G | D | Em | |
| 'cause | she's got a | way of her | own |
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| yes, | she's got a | way of her | own |
| bridge |
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| she | smiles and the | questions disappear |
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| she | cries and | only God knows | why she's | here |
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| yes, | you'd under | stand if you | knew her like | I do |
| D | Em | G | A | |
| I just | do what I | can to keep | up on her | point of view |
| Bm | A | D | G | |
| and | laugh to my | self when it's | over my | head |
| Em | G | D | Em | |
| 'cause | she's got a | way of her | own |
| G | A | D | Em | |
| yes, | she's got a | way of her | own |
| G | A | D | |
| she's got a | way of her | own |