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Girls Singing - Mates Of State
Why does the rhythm get me every time
It wouldn't if the girls all got along
And maybe I imagined that just like I imagine you
Where is the mirror Get me to its face
So primitive and yet we all get it wrong
And what a very modern prince
Just like I imagine I know you
Oh my my
Look what you've become It's the same for all of you
And then it catches up
And you notice what you're made of
Oh my my Look what you've become
It's the same for all of you
And then it catches up
And you notice what you're made of
Why does the rhythm get us every time
So primitive and yet we all get it wrong
And what a very modern piece
Always I imagine it in tune
