| I’ve been through it all, sorted shade from light
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| Recounted each step that I made on that night
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| Along stone-cobbled streets scribbled throughout the town
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| To a candle-lit bar, university ground
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| A friend in a band was what brought you there too
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| On the last night of not knowing you
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| The last night of not knowing you
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| An arrangement of strangers, tables and chairs
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| Tobacco and wine left me fuzzy upstairs
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| But what weak minds prevent well hard proof may allow
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| Did my eyes have a spark that they seem to have now?
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| A blurred photo taken that eve holds not a clue
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| On the last night of not knowing you
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| The last night of not knowing you
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| I’ve counted each hour, I’ve been through it all
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| Each coin spent at the bar and each game of pinball
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| Days from last week I cannot tell fiction from fact
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| But that night upon request I could re-enact
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| In a town far from home I was just passing through
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| On the last night of not knowing you
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| The last night of not knowing you
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| It’s easy to say with hindsight in your hand
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| Some divine puppeteer had the whole meeting planned
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| But what if the promoter had of pulled out as some promoters do
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| The band wouldn’t have played, the gig would have fell through
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| An earthquake could have split this planet in two
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| On the last night of not knowing you
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| The last night of not knowing you |