| I met your boyfriend on St. Martin’s Lane
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| And he said, «Fancy running into you again»
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| We talked a minute or so, then he turned to go
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| And I walked into the crowd again
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| And the morning was a different place
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| In every passerby I saw your face
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| Love leaves a lonely ghost
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| With one thought uppermost
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| — is this the case in every case?
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| Am I walking to you?
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| Am I walking to you?
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| In everything that I do
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| Am I just walking to you?
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| It was seven years ago to the day
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| You rang my house and we met halfway
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| We walked 'round Leicester Square and
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| Sat through 'Being There' and every moment of it I replay
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| And I was desperate for love to be pure
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| Though what that meant, I never was sure
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| You spent your time on me
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| I took it willingly
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| And I made you trust in literature
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| Am I walking to you?
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| Am I walking to you?
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| In everything that I do
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| Am I just walking to you?
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| I just don’t know what to do
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| I just don’t know what to do
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| I just don’t know what to do
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| In everything that I do
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| Am I just walking to you?
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| I just don’t know what to do
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| I just don’t know what to do
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| In everything that I do
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| Am I just walking to you?
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| I just don’t know what to do
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| Am I walking to you?
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| I just don’t know what to do
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| Am I walking to you?
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| I just don’t know what to do
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| Am I walking to you?
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| I just don’t know what to do
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| Am I walking to you? |