| When he saw her getting off the bus
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| It seemed to wipe away the years
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| Her face was older, just a little rough
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| But her eyes were still so clear
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| He drank his coffee and he hurried out
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| Across before she walked away
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| Then he approached her like a little child
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| Too scared for what he had to say
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| «Hello, Louise,
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| Remember me?
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| Now should we part
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| Or stay awhile?
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| As if we were still lovers»
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| She took a moment just to recognise
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| The man she’d known so well before
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| And as he started to apologise
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| Lose any bitterness she bore
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| She gently put her finger on his lips
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| To let him know she understood
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| And with her suitcase standing on the floor
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| Embraced him like a lover would
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| He told Louise
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| «You look so good
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| It’s just you see
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| You make me feel
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| As if we were still lovers»
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| It’s not always true that time heals all wounds
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| There are wounds that you don’t wanna heal
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| the memories of something really good
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| something truly real, that you never found again
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| And though they talked for just a little time
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| Before she said she had to go He saw the meeting as a tiny sign
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| That told him all he had to know
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| And so Louise
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| Waved from the bus
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| And as she left
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| She gave that smile
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| As if they were still lovers |