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He heard the clatter of her heels in the street |
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The clock said half-past three |
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He lay there waiting in the dark to hear |
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The scraping of the front-door key |
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He wouldn't say to her "Don't want to know where you were" |
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She wouldn't find him there |
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Next time |
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She missed the train, she felt the rain upon her face |
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It seemed to clear her head |
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She watched him drive into the night |
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A broken tail-light, a speck of red |
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She still felt his touch |
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It didn't seem to mean that much |
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She wouldn't go back there |
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Next time |
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When you were just a kid you loved |
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To go to movies in the afternoon |
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And so you left the factory |
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And got a job in the projection-room |
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Bette Davis plays |
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Ran away with the passing days |
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You'll be a movie-star |
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Next time |
