| And it starts sometime around midnight
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| Or at least that’s when you lose yourself for a minute or two
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| As you stand under the bar lights
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| And the band plays some song
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| About forgetting yourself for a while
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| And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile
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| And that white dress she’s wearing
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| You haven’t seen her for a while
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| But you know that she’s watching
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| She’s laughing, she’s turning
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| She’s holding her tonic like a crux
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| The room’s suddenly spinning
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| She walks up and asks how you are
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| So you can smell her perfume
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| You can see her lying naked in your arms
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| And so there’s a change in your emotions
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| And all these memories come rushing
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| Like feral waves to your mind
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| Of the curl of your bodies like two perfect circles entwined
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| And you feel hopeless and homeless
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| And lost in the haze of the wine
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| Then she leaves with someone you don’t know
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| But she makes sure you saw her
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| She looks right at you and bolts
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| As she walks out the door
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| Your blood boiling, your stomach in ropes
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| Oh, and your friends say «What is it?
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| You look like you’ve seen a ghost»
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| Then you walk under the streetlights
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| And you’re too drunk to notice that everyone’s staring at you
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| You just don’t care what you look like
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| The world is falling around you
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| You just have to see her
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| You just have to see her
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| You just have to see her
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| You just have to see her
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| You just have to see her
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| You know that she’ll break you in two |