| Drawing back the curtains
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| Sluggish city daylight in the afternoon
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| Here’s that special silence
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| Just before you walk out of the hotel room
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| Each time we’re so close I assume
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| That we’ll never be again
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| Oh, how long must we pretend?
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| A casual affair
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| Was all that you could spare
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| From your emotional change
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| A calendar of greetings
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| Strangers on the street
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| The best we’ve ever arranged
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| Now I just can’t stand all the pain
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| All the constant break and mend
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| Oh, how long can we pretend
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| That we’re just good friends?
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| I gave you my devotion
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| Hiding nothing up my sleeve
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| If I walked clean out of your life
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| Would you even notice me?
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| So much tangled up emotion
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| Should I stay or should I go?
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| If I walked clean out of your life
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| How long would it take you to know?
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| Are we such good friends?
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| And how sordid this has become
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| As the means approach the end
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| And how long can we pretend?
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| I gave my devotion
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| Hiding nothing up my sleeve
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| If I walked clean out of your life
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| Would you even notice me?
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| So much tangled up emotion
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| Should I stay or should I go?
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| If I walked clean out of your life
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| How long would it take you to know?
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| If I walked clean out of your life
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| How long would it take you to know?
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| Are we still good friends? |