| The mixture between,
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| The fantastic dream,
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| And the fear,
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| You wonder where she is,
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| This afternoon.
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| And does it get on your nerves,
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| Make you slightly perturbed,
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| That there’s things that you don’t know about her?
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| And even the places that she’s never been with yer,
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| seem awful empty without her.
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| You can’t look into those eyes,
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| Down no telephone line,
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| What if you were right first time?
|
| The mixture between,
|
| The fantastic dream,
|
| And the fear,
|
| You wonder where she is,
|
| This afternoon.
|
| You can’t look into those eyes,
|
| Down no telephone line,
|
| What if you were right first time? |