| He came from somewhere back in her long ago.
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| The sentimental fool don’t see,
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| Tryin' hard to recreate what had yet to be created,
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| Once in her life.
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| She musters a smile for his nostalgic tale.
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| Never coming near what he wanted to say,
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| Only to realize,
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| It never really was.
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| She had a place in his life.
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| He never made her think twice.
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| As he rises to her apology,
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| Anybody else would surely know.
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| He’s watching her go.
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| What a fool believes, he sees.
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| No wise man has the power, to reason away.
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| What it seems to be is always better than nothing,
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| And nothing at all…
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| Keeps sending him somewhere back in her long ago,
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| Where he can still believe there’s a place in her life.
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| Someday, somehow, she will return.
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| She had a place in his life
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| He never made her think twice
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| As he rises to her apology
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| Anybody else would surely know
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| He’s watching her go What a fool believes, he sees
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| No wise man has the power to reason away
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| What it seems to be is always better than nothing
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| There’s nothing at all
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| But what a fool believes he sees…
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| What he don’t see, he don’t believe |