| You take a final look around
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| And then you put your house-key down
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| Upon the table by the note
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| You take your handbag and your coat
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| You don’t want too much to carry
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| To slow you down on the way
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| You picture his face
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| In the morning
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| As he was going to work
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| Without saying a word
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| You saw the face
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| Of a stranger
|
| It wasn’t always like this before
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| His face like a stranger
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| You didn’t know what to say
|
| So you are going away
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| From the face of a stranger
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| And not the lover you knew before
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| Why should you want to call your friends
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| Why should you want to start again
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| You tried explaining through the years
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| But it would always end in tears
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| And one thing you know for certain
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| You’ve said goodbye to that place
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| But still you picture his face
|
| In the morning
|
| As he was going to work
|
| Without saying a word
|
| You saw the face
|
| Of a stranger
|
| It wasn’t always like this before
|
| His face like a stranger
|
| You didn’t know what to say
|
| So you are going away
|
| From the face of a stranger
|
| And not the lover you knew before
|
| Somewhere a telephone
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| Is ringing in an empty room
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| Miles away
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| You are looking at a new town
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| But you are thinking of the past
|
| The rain is falling down
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| Why do you keep that photograph
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| Of his face like a stranger
|
| As he was going to work
|
| Without saying a word
|
| You saw the face
|
| Of a stranger
|
| And not the lover you knew before
|
| His face
|
| In the morning
|
| As he was going to work
|
| Without saying a word
|
| You saw the face
|
| Of a stranger
|
| It wasn’t always like this before
|
| His face like a stranger
|
| You didn’t know what to say
|
| So you are going away
|
| From the face of a stranger
|
| And not the lover you knew before
|
| His face
|
| In the morning
|
| As he was going to work
|
| Without saying a word
|
| You saw the face
|
| Of a stranger
|
| It wasn’t always like this before |