| Overheard your conversation
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| In a place I didn’t know
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| As I walked out of the station
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| I saw your face there through the crowd
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| So I put my hood on and sat on down
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| By the table right next to you
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| I could barely breathe when you said my name
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| What I heard now I can’t undo
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| Is it true
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| Morbid fascination
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| Yeh I just can’t help myself
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| As I sipped my wine in patience
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| You described me like someone else
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| Could it be that I’m blind to the truth that hurts
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| And I’m lost in my own denial
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| Is it me who defends till we hit dead ends
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| So afraid of my own betrayal
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| Is it true
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| Is it true
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| Is it true
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| Is it true
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| Is it true
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| Is it true
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| Is it true
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| Is it true
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| Is it true |