| Here I am in your room going through your stuff
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| Said you’d be gone five minutes, that’s time enough
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| Here in your drawer there’s lacy things
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| Old credit cards and beads and bangles and rings
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| Well I think I’ve found what I’m looking for
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| Hidden away at the back of the drawer
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| Here’s the life that you led before
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| Old photographs of the life you led
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| Arm in arm with Mr, X, Y, and Z
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| Old boyfriends big and small
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| Got to see how I measure up to them all
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| There is a place we all must start, love
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| Who were you holding in that fond embrace
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| I’ve found a door into your heart, love
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| And do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses
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| Here I am behind enemy lines
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| Looking for secrets, looking for signs
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| Old boyfriends big and small
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| Got to see how I measure up to them all
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| This one’s handsome, not too bright
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| This one’s clever with his hands alright
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| Tougher than me if it came to a fight
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| And this one’s a poet, a bit of a wet
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| Bit of a gypsy, a bit of a threat
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| I wonder if she’s got over him yet
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| Old passions frozen in the second
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| Who were you holding in that fond embrace
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| Hearts have a past that must be reckoned
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| And do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses
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| Time to put the past away
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| That’s your footstep in the street I’d say
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| Tie the ribbon back around it
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| Everything just the way I found it
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| And I can hear you turn the key
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| And my head’s buried when you see me
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| In a Margaret Millar mystery
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| And do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses
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| Do you still feel the warmth of cold kisses |