| Walking home from work tonight
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| Your letter warm, I’m holding tight
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| Said you want to see me soon
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| I phoned you late this afternoon
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| The bar we first met seems alive
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| I’ll see you there at eight tonight
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| Shouldn’t think like this
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| But is there something in us meeting now?
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| All this time, I’ve waited knowing
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| Though I’ve changed my heart’s still showing
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| I’ll wear a new dress, wash my clothes
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| I’ll wear the earrings that you chose
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| If the man you’ve grown to be
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| Is more Morrison than Morrisey
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| I’ll tell you straight as we undress
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| That things got better when you left
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| And though I’ve banned your name since then
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| I’ll call it with my dying breath
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| No-one else would have me
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| So I’ve made this day of all days
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| The day I see you again
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| Will you know me, will I cry
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| Will the years that passed decide that
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| Even we who loved and lied
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| Shouldn’t meet again tonight… |