| Sunday morning and again I opened my eyes to lift my shattered head
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| Started mending all the pieces to explain the chaos round my bed
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| And I stumbled to the bathroom to wash away the demage on my face
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| When suddenley it hit me through the haze
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| There was Lipstick on the mirror, saying:"I just had to go. I realy liked to
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| stay here, but I wasn´t sure if you would like it too
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| And if you ever feel like seeing me again, don´t hasitate to call
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| Here´s my number: 5 550 754″
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| After three long days I had to call her, cause I couldn´t wait no more
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| So we met around the corner and love that second sight defind the score,
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| once more
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| This was just too good to be true and I caught myself wishing that she would
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| stick around
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| The other day I fortunatley found
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| Lipstick on the mirror, saying:"I love you
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| I´ve got a feeling this could be forever, if you feel the same way too
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| I finaly think, I know the meaning of `everything´s allright`
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| Yes, how about dinner at my place, 8 pm tonight
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| Monday morning and again I open up my eyes with a smile upon my face
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| Full of expectations I turn around my head to find an empty space, oh no
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| This uneasy, funny feeling´s creeping over me. |
| I know what´s going on
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| Just some steps away to prove me right from wrong
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| There was Lipstick on the mirror, saying:" Sorry, I really had to leave
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| I´m not the kind of girl that you deserve an sure I´m never gonna be
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| I think you´re better off without me, and I wish you luck with everything you do
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| Thank you, xxx, sincerely yours"
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| I wipe the Lipstick off the mirror
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| Things are getting clearer |