| No matter how I try, I just can’t get her out of my mind
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| And when I sleep I visualize her
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| I saw her in the pub
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| I met her later at the night-club;
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| A mutual friend introduced us
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| We talked about the noise
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| And how it’s hard to hear your own voice
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| Above the beat and the sub-bass;
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| We talked and talked for hours
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| We talked in the back of our friend’s car
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| As we all went back to his place
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| On our friend’s settee
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| She told me that she really liked me
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| And I said 'Cool. |
| The feeling’s mutual.'
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| We played old 45's
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| I said 'It's like the soundtrack to our lives.'
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| And she said 'True, it’s not unusual.'
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| Then privately we danced
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| But couldn’t seem to keep our balance;
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| A drunken haze had come upon us
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| We sank down to the floor and we sang
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| A song that I can’t sing any more
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| And then we kissed and fell unconscious
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| I woke up the next day, all alone, but for a headache;
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| I stumbled out to find the bathroom
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| But all I found was her, wrapped around another lover;
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| No longer then is he our mutual friend |