| From the back of the room, I saw you there
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| Standing alone with your long brown hair
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| Eyes looking like the deepest sea
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| Suddenly they looked at me
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| For a moment, time stood still
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| You covered the distance from the window sill
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| In my head, words rushed around
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| When I opened my mouth, nothing came out
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| And what music played in the background of the room?
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| What was the day, the hour, the minute too?
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| I wish you’d stayed, you’re leaving far too soon
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| So far away but always in view
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| At night, I think of you
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| Do you think of me too?
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| I guess I didn’t catch her name
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| She had no phone, no one night fame
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| She liked to write short poetry
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| Draw buildings that grew on her street
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| And so we saw the morning in
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| Greeted the rays the sun did bring
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| Out the door, the empty streets
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| She turned to me and kissed my cheek
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| And what music played in the background of the room?
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| What was the day, the hour, the minute too?
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| I wish you’d stayed, you’re leaving far too soon
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| So far away but always in view
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| At night, I think of you
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| Do you think of me too?
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| Oh at night, I think of you
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| Do you think of me too? |