| They won’t ever find us here
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| Believe me… that’s the truth now
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| It’s not that hard to disappear
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| You’ve just got to know how
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| His eyes meet hers and he sees how she’s
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| Busy fighting back the tears
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| We’ll be just fine… you wait and see
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| He hopes his words will calm her
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| From here on in it’s you and me He’ll let nobody harm her
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| Her hands in his on the table-top
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| Tranna make the shaking stop
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| How I wonder whose they are
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| Those lives we only can watch from afar
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| How I wish that we could show
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| That we can care and long to know
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| How it goes… that we could see
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| Beyond the way things seem to be The way they seem to be They pay and leave… the bus is due
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| The night is growing colder
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| He says this coat’s just made for you
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| And slips it 'round her shoulders
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| They climb aboard and become to us Just two faces on a bus
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| How I wonder whose they are
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| Those lives we only can watch from afar
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| How I wish that we could show
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| That we can care and long to know
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| How it goes… that we could see
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| Beyond the way things seem to be The way they seem to be… |