| Well he was Thailand based
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| She was an airforce wife
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| He used to fly weekends
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| It was the easy life
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| But then it turned around
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| And he began to change
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| She didn't wonder then
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| She didn't think it strange
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| But then he got a call
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| He had to leave that night
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| He couldn't say too much
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| But it would be alright
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| He didn't need to pack
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| They'd meet the next night
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| He had a job to do
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| Flying to Cambodia
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| And as the nights passed by
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| She tried to trace the past
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| The way he used to look
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| The way he used to laugh
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| I guess she'll never know
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| What got inside his soul
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| She couldn't make it out
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| Just couldn't take it all
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| He had the saddest eyes
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| The girl had ever seen
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| He used to cry some nights
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| As though he lived a dream
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| And as she held him close
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| He used to search her face
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| As though she knew the truth
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| Lost inside Cambodia
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| But then a call came through
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| They said he'd soon be home
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| She had to pack a case
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| And they would make a rendez-vous
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| But now a year has passed
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| And not a single word
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| And all the love she knew
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| Has disappeared out in the haze
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| (Cambodia, don't cry now, no tears now)
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| And now the years have passed
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| With not a single word
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| But there is only one thing left
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| I know for sure
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| She won't see his face again |