| He sees her at the same time every night
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| At the mexican discotheque
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| She gives him french kisses
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| He gives her french cigarettes
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| They sit at the same table every time
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| The lights are low but their eyes shine
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| Just digging the music from those sweet soul bands
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| She keeps him outta fights, holds onto his hand
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| He whispers slowly «Tonight's the night»
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| Months of planning so it’s gotta be right
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| Under the table her bag is busting at the seams
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| She made sure to bring everything
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| Moonlighting
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| They’re leaving everything
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| Moonlighting
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| Theyre losing all their friends
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| Moonlighting
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| It’s the only way, it’s frightening
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| But it means they’ll stay together
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| They’re gonna make it together
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| His blue morris van is parked in an alley
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| Just by Montague Street
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| His friend Eddie, he did the re-spray
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| So he couldn’t drive it all last week
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| And it cost most of the money that he had saved up
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| To pay Eddie’s receipt
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| But he figures it’s worth it 'cause the disguise is a must
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| When they go missing, they’re gonna look for the van first
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| She whispers slowly, «It'll be alright
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| I took some cash from my building society
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| And my monthly check came in just right»
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| If only they knew they weren’t giving it away
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| Nine-fifteen Monday morning at the printing works
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| The boss notices someone’s not clocked in
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| And the water department of the council offices has a message
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| That Mrs. Park’s daughter is missing
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| Meanwhile the Carlisle turnoff of the M6 Motorway
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| Drinking cold black coffee, eating hot cupcakes
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| She stares at him with his beard unshaved
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| Wonders at his powers of staying awake
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| He whispers slowly, «You did just fine»
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| They shared the driving all through the night
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| She laughs, «My mother will have lost her mind
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| We’re only ten miles to Gretna
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| They’re three hundred behind |