| If I had met you on some journey
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| Where would we be now
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| If we had met some eastbound train
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| Through some black sleeping town
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| Would you have worn your silken robes
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| All made of royal blue?
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| Would I have dressed in smoke and fire
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| For you to see through?
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| If we had met in a darkened room
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| Where people do not stay
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| But shadows touch and pass right through
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| And never see the day
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| Would you have taken me upstairs
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| And turned the lamplight low?
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| Would I have shown my secret self
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| And disappeared like the snow?
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| Oh, I could have played your little girl
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| Or I could have played your wife
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| I could have played your mistress
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| Running danger down through you life
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| I could have played your lady fair
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| All dressed in lace like the foam from the sea
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| I could have been your woman of the road
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| As long as you did not come back home to me
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| But as it is, we live in the city
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| And everything stays in place
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| Instead we meet on the open sidewalk
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| And it’s well I know your face
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| We talk and talk, we tell the truth
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| There are no shadows here
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| But when I look into your eyes
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| I wonder what might have been here
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| Because if I had met you on some journey
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| Where would we be now? |