| She was sitting at our table
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| In our favorite old cafe
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| Cuttin' up, laughing with new friends
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| It was the first time I had seen her
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| Since the day she walked away
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| She noticed me the moment I walked in
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| I saw her brown eyes and perfect smile
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| The candle light reflecting off her hair
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| But she acted like I wasn’t even there
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| In California, sun sinking out of sight
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| Like I didn’t hear her say, «I love you»
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| Laying on the beach that night
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| Like I wasn’t standing in that cafe
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| Losing her all over again
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| All I could do was stare
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| While she acted like I wasn’t even there
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| I thought I might walk over
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| Then she’d have to say, «Hello»
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| But then again just what good would that do?
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| So I motioned to the waitress
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| «I'll take a call for you to go
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| And keep that change, I’ll try to play it cool»
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| Then I heard that voice above the crowd
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| I felt like I was trying to breathe thin air
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| And she acted like I wasn’t even there
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| In the rock with that diamond in my hand
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| Like we didn’t talk about forever
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| A picket fence on a little land
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| Like I wasn’t standing in that cafe
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| Losing her all over again
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| All I could do was stare
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| How she acted like I wasn’t even there
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| Surely I’m still in her heart somewhere
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| But she acted like I wasn’t even there |