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It was a cold |
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November evening and |
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I should have worn a coat. |
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I shivered... waiting for the ferry boat to carry me to you... |
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Could see you dancing in the harbour lights; your hair an orange flame. |
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You'd turn away, swing on a crane. |
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Always quite the same... |
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The same! |
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The same! |
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It's always quite the same... |
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Rewind! Re-live it all again and again. |
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You'd tiptoe halfway across a rooftop, drop head-first in the river. |
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You'd stretch out for a helping hand and once again |
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I'd stand there...not close enough to touch, but |
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I heard you call my name as you died... |
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And the ferry boat? |
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It never did arrive... |
