| 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 can we pretend
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| That we’re just good friends?
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| A casual affair is all that you can spare
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| From your emotional change;
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| A calendar of meetings,
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| Strangers on the street
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| The best we ever arrange.
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| Now I just can’t stand all the pain,
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| All the constant make and mend;
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| How long must 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 leave?
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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 know?
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| Are we such good friends?
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| You used to say 'I love you',
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| You used to say 'You make me
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| Feel alive and young';
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| Now we’re just a habit, a flavour,
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| One a month,
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| To titillate your tongue.
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| How sordid this has become
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| As the means approach the end —
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| Oh, how long can we pretend
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| That we’re still good friends |