| Met my old lover in the grocery store
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| The snow was falling Christmas Eve
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| I stole behind her in the frozen foods
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| And I touched her on the sleeve
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| She didn’t recognize the face at first
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| But then her eyes flew open wide
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| She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
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| And we laughed until we cried
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| We took her groceries to the checkout stand
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| The food was totaled up and bagged
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| We stood there lost in our embarrassment
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| As the conversation dragged
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| Went to have ourselves a drink or two
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| But couldn’t find an open bar
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| We bought a six-pack at the liquor store
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| And we drank it in her car
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| We drank a toast to innocence
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| We drank a toast to now
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| And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
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| But neither one knew how
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| She said she’d married her an architect
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| Who kept her warm and safe and dry
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| She would have liked to say she loved the man
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| But she didn’t like to lie
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| I said the years had been a friend to her
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| And that her eyes were still as blue
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| But in those eyes, I wasn’t sure if I
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| Saw doubt or gratitude
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| She said she saw me in the record stores
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| And that I must be doing well
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| I said the audience was heavenly
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| But the traveling was hell
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| We drank a toast to innocence
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| We drank a toast to now
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| And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
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| But neither one knew how
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| We drank a toast to innocence
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| We drank a toast to time
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| Reliving in our eloquence
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| Another 'auld lang syne'
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| The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
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| And running out of things to say
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| She gave a kiss to me as I got out
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| And I watched her drive away
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| Just for a moment I was back at school
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| And felt that old familiar pain
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| And as I turned to make my way back home
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| The snow turned into rain |