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She dances like the wildest wind She knows just how to touch your skin You'll walk in fields of make believe The sweetest thing you've ever seen If you ever see her You'll know what I mean You're falling like the summer rain Thinking she will feel the same You tell her that she's all you need And you believe that it's real Lying beside her is like a dream But love ain't always what it seems And you hate yourself and you beg and plead In a lonesome act of self-deceit Oh, have you seen Josephine? If you ever see her You'll know what I mean She slipped away with no goodbye In the Irish bar, I sat and cried Wounded, I crept home to die I'm still here, Josephine So bittersweet, my Josephine From Letras Mania