| Even the most familiar face
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| Can disappear without a trace
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| Amidst a crowd of theatregoers
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| I had been waiting for a while
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| My stare mistaken for a smile
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| Till I found the person
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| No-one knows as well as I do
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| A hug hello and I’m beside you again
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| I know the lines to read between
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| And when you’ve stolen every scene
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| For good and all, the curtain closes
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| And though you mightn’t win awards
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| The audience applauds
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| No-one knows as well as I do
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| The untold hours till I’m beside you again
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| But tomorrow when you wake
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| And you feel a little flat
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| I won’t make the mistake
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| Of reminding you of that
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| The understudy understands
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| The patience it demands
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| We’re enjoying what we’ll just call champagne
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| If they could only act their age
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| But all the world’s a stage they’re going through
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| After the after party is over
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| And the last of the cast is removed from the sofa
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| Then, and only then, am I beside you again
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| Late at night on threadbare carpet
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| So in the cold, hard light of the supermarket
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| Please! |
| There were grazes on my knees |