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And if she came to meet me I can't believe it's true |
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She smiles so discreetly |
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Reminding me of you |
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It's autumn and it's raining |
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An ordinary day |
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She wears a silver raincoat |
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And I'm dressed all in grey |
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And I could take her dancing |
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But I don't like to dance |
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My life reads like a book now |
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A harlequin romance |
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The edges hold together |
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The center falls flat |
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I can't blame it on the weather |
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My heart's not an acrobat |
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We're walking arm in arm now |
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Her silver on my grey |
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I'm noticing her charm now |
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But I don't know what to say |
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She wants to look inside me |
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She wants to see within |
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She's standing there beside me |
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But I won't let her in |
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And I could take her dancing |
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But I don't like to dance |
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My life reads like a book now |
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A harlequin romance |
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The edges hold together |
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The center falls flat |
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I can't blame it on the weather |
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My heart's not an acrobat |
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The autumn leaves are falling |
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The streets are paved with gold |
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From time to time I hear you calling |
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Still I do as I am told |
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And if she came to meet me |
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I can't believe it's true |
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She smiles so discreetly |
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And I try not to think of you |
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And I could take her dancing |
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But I don't like to dance |
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But if I don't ask her now |
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I might nog have another chance |
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The edges hold together |
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The center falls flat |
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Can't blame it ont he weather |
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My heart's not an acrobat |