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It doesn’t matter how many dates I get
      who wants to be with me
      who pays attention 
It doesn’t matter how pretty I am
      how perfectly my hair curls
      or how blue my eyes are
My face still contorts when I cry
     my nose still gets red
     and my tears run for miles 

Because, in one way or another
     you’re always leaving me 

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