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When he saw her getting of the bus |
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It seemed to wipe away the years |
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Her face was older, just a little rough |
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But her eyes were still so clear |
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He drank his coffee and he hurried out |
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Across before she walked away |
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Then he approached her like a little child |
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Too scared for what he had to say |
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"hello, louise, |
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Remember me? |
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Now should we part |
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Or stay awhile? |
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As if we were still lovers" |
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She took a moment just to recognise the man she'd known so well before |
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And as he started to apologise |
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Lose any bitterness she bore |
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She gently put her finger on his lips |
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To let him know she understood |
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And with her suitcase standing on the floor |
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Embraced him like a lover would |
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He told louise |
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"you look so good |
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It's just you see |
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You make me feel |
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As if we were still lovers" |
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It's not always true that time heals all wounds |
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There are wounds that you don't wanna heal |
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The memories of something really good |
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Something truly real, that you never found again |
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And though they talked for just a little time |
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Before she said she had to go |
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He saw the meeting as a tiny sign |
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That told him all he had to know |
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And so louise |
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Waved from the bus |
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And as she left |
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She gave that smile |
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As if they were still lovers |
