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Wednesday, December 27th, 2000
4:46p - She's Not There by Rod Argent


She's Not There
by Rod Argent


Well, no one told me about her; the way she lied;
Well, no one told me about her; how many people cried;
But it's too late to say you're sorry;
How would I know? Why should I care?
Please don't bother tryin' to find her;
She's not there.

Well, let me tell you 'bout the way she looked,
The way she'd act, and the colour of her hair;
Her voice was soft and cool;
Her eyes were clear and bright,
But she's not there.

Well, no one told me about her; what could I do?
Well, no one told me about her, though they all knew;
But it's too late to say you're sorry;
How would I know? Why should I care?
Please don't bother tryin' to find her;
She's not there.

Well, let me tell you 'bout the way she looked,
The way she'd act, and the colour of her hair;
Her voice was soft and cool;
Her eyes were clear and bright,
But she's not there.

------ electric piano ------

But it's too late to say you're sorry;
How would I know? Why should I care?
Please don't bother tryin' to find her;
She's not there.

Well, let me tell you 'bout the way she looked,
The way she'd act, and the colour of her hair;
Her voice was soft and cool;
Her eyes were clear and bright,
But she's not there.


current mood: curious

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