| Solitude stands by the window
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| She turns her head as I walk in the room
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| I can see by her eyes she’s been waiting
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| Standing in the slant of the late afternoon
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| And she turns to me with her hand extended
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| Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
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| Solitude stands in the doorway
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| And I’m struck once again by her black silhouette
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| By her long cool stare and her silence
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| I suddenly remember each time we’ve met
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| And she turns to me with her hand extended
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| Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
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| And she says «I've come to set a twisted thing straight»
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| And she says «I've come to lighten this dark heart»
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| And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
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| And I say «I've never thought of finding you here»
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| I turn to the crowd as they’re watching
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| They’re sitting all together in the dark in the warm
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| I wanted to be in there among them
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| I see how their eyes are gathered into one
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| And then she turns to me with her hand extended
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| Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
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| And she says «I've come to set a twisted thing straight»
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| And she says"l've come to lighten this dark heart"
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| And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
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| And I say «I've never thought of finding you here»
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| Solitude stands in the doorway
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| And I’m struck once again by her black silhouette
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| By her long cool stare and her silence
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| I suddenly remember each time we’ve met
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| And she turns to me with her hand extended
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| Her palm is split with a flower with a flame |