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They won't ever find us here |
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Believe me... that's the truth now |
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It's not that hard to disappear |
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You've just got to know how |
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His eyes meet hers and he sees how she's |
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Busy fighting back the tears |
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We'll be just fine... you wait and see |
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He hopes his words will calm her |
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From here on in it's you and me |
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He'll let nobody harm her |
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Her hands in his on the table-top |
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Tranna make the shaking stop |
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How I wonder whose they are |
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Those lives we only can watch from afar |
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How I wish that we could show |
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That we can care and long to know |
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How it goes... that we could see |
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Beyond the way things seem to be |
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The way they seem to be |
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They pay and leave... the bus is due |
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The night is growing colder |
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He says this coat's just made for you |
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And slips it 'round her shoulders |
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They climb aboard and become to us |
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Just two faces on a bus |
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How I wonder whose they are |
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Those lives we only can watch from afar |
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How I wish that we could show |
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That we can care and long to know |
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How it goes... that we could see |
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Beyond the way things seem to be |
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The way they seem to be... |
