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Even the most familiar face |
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Can disappear without a trace |
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Amidst a crowd of theatregoers |
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I had been waiting for a while |
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My stare mistaken for a smile |
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Till I found the person |
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No-one knows as well as I do |
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A hug hello and I'm beside you again |
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I know the lines to read between |
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And when you've stolen every scene |
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For good and all, the curtain closes |
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And though you mightn't win awards |
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The audience applauds |
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No-one knows as well as I do |
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The untold hours till I'm beside you again |
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But tomorrow when you wake |
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And you feel a little flat |
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I won't make the mistake |
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Of reminding you of that |
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The understudy understands |
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The patience it demands |
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We're enjoying what we'll just call champagne |
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If they could only act their age |
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But all the world's a stage they're going through |
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After the after party is over |
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And the last of the cast is removed from the sofa |
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Then, and only then, am I beside you again |
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Late at night on threadbare carpet |
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So in the cold, hard light of the supermarket |
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Please! There were grazes on my knees |
