| Saphire earings in the one hand
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| Long stemmed rose and cash in the other
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| Got one last kiss on her forehead
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| Wonder what she’s going to tell mother
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| Out the window to the alley
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| Join the sidewalk crowd and dissapear
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| Take the last train to Marseilles
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| Theres not much more to discuss
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| There’s you and me but there’s no us So if you would just get out of the way.
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| I’m not sure where I’m going to go What I’ll do but this I know
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| That if I don’t write then I’m OK
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| France is grey and needs a shower
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| Waves of fog roll by my window and
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| I could sleep for days on end, but
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| I keep hearing voices that I know
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| Strange, this train car makes me nervous
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| Even though I’ve got it to myself
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| Feels like someone watching me
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| I’m sure people have their talks
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| Say there’s no folks anyone (?)
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| But it makes no difference what they say
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| We had four whole months of fun
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| And you don’t cook it when you’re done
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| And if I don’t write then I’m okay.
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| Saphire earings in the one hand
|
| Long stem rose and cash in the other
|
| Got one last kiss on her forehead
|
| Wonder what she’s going to tell mother
|
| Out the window to the alley
|
| Join the sidewalk crowd and dissapear
|
| Take the last train to Marseilles
|
| I’m sure people have their talks
|
| Say there’s no folks anyone (?)
|
| But it makes no difference what they say
|
| We had four whole months of fun
|
| And you don’t cook it when you’re done
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| And if I don’t write then I’m okay.
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| Some things just fall apart with time
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| Stop acting like i committed some crime
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| If i don’t write, then i’m alright,
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| I’m ok I’m ok, i’m ok, i’m ok… |