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Last night saw you walking, |
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Ghostly through the shadows. |
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Graceful and beguiling, |
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Solemn solitary. |
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Your prescence filled my head, |
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Took my hand and led the way. |
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Oh, where have you gone? |
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You're inside the perfume bottle, |
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It's been more than twenty-five years, |
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But I 'aint forgeotten. |
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I can almost hear you calling me, |
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I can almost hear you calling, calling. |
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The phantom scent of your skin, crossed the years and shook me, |
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Innocent and youthful, dangerous and musky, |
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Caught with my guard down, |
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As though I turned around for you. |
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Oh where have you gone? |
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You're inside the perfume bottle, |
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It's been more than twenty-five years, |
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But I 'aint forgotten. |
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I can almost hear you calling me, |
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I can almost hear you calling, calling, |
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I can almost hear you calling me, |
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I can almost hear you calling, calling, |
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I've been sitting herefor hours, |
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I've been talking to you, |
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Barbara, |
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That was her, |
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Shangri-La. |
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Oh, where have you gone? |
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You're inside the perfume bottle, |
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It's been more than twenty-five years, |
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But I 'aint forgotten, |
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Oh, where have you gone? |
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You're inside the perfume bottle, |
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It's been more than twenty-five years, |
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But I 'aint forgotten, |
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Oh, where have you gone? |
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Where have you gone? |
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It's been more than twenty-five years... |
