| Well, the windows fogged up and the world it did freeze
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| With its restless passerby in the cold nighttime breeze
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| The violins dug in and one tear I cry
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| My ears were ringing when we stepped outside
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| Your sweat sweetly mixed with the sea salt air
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| Oh, I was glad when we decided to get out of there
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| And looking down the avenue
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| You said there’s only one cure for that ringing I hear
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| You were talking so close I could see and feel your breath
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| You smiled and told me that cure was death
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| You were always pretty clever, much more than you’d let on
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| Your kind of thinking was dead on
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| It takes two to tango, it took one to teach
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| You were in my arms but you were out of reach
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| And the windows fogged up and outside we did freeze
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| Amongst the restless passerby in the cold nighttime breeze
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| Evert now and again when I go out at night
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| I pass by some stranger who asks for a light
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| And her handwriting it don’t match up to yours
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| You said that all lamps are lit by one kind of fire
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| But in some kinds of light I just can’t call you a liar
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| And in the wine bottle bars and in the late night dawn
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| I often wonder which side of the glass you’re now on |