There's something about the way she tells her stories
There's something about the way she misses me when I'm gone
Oh when I'm gone
There's something about the words she chooses
There's something about the way she chooses to move me
And I don't understand, but I don't mind
Pre-Don't get me wrong, there's nothing going on
Don't get me wrong, there's just something about her
The way she moves, the way she falls asleep
The way she speaks so softly only I can see what she means
What she means to me
There are too many stories about her broken dreams
They all seem alike and all seem to make me believe
That there's something out there more to her life
PRE-- She, walks with me
She, talks to me
She, loves to dream

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