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Seventy-five hundred lonely cigarettes Ended up in a coughing bitterness A hundred bottles of sour red wine A GIRL LIKE YOU is hard to find Lots of digging and a hundred hopeless tries All came down to a kind of social exercise Years of darkness made me think I was blind A GIRL LIKE YOU is hard to find Seventy-five hundred lonely cigarettes Ende up in a coughing bitterness A hundred bottles and now you're mine A GIRL LIKE YOU is hard to find From Letras Mania