| I met a friend in a bar last night
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| A girl from a far away past
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| We counted and worked out that it’d been more than seven years
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| Since we saw each other last
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| She looked so much older I’d have to say
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| She used to dress so lovely and smart
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| And now her colours, they were faded and her hair was a mess
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| Her expression was tired and hard
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| I asked her what she had been up to since then
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| She hesitated a while
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| She drew a nervous breath and sighed «Not much to be honest»
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| Through a shame-faced smile
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| We sat there all night, side by side
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| The conversation was slow
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| A few times I got up and said «Okay well…»
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| But I could tell she didn’t want me to go
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| At three in the morning she suddenly said
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| «Truth is I’ve done nothing at all
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| My mind’s been much too busy thinking of a man
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| And waiting for him to call»
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| «He left me on the day that I turned 21
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| For years now I’ve been on my own
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| I’m scared that if I change or if I leave my house too long
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| I won’t be there when he decides to come home»
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| I asked about the man and her eyes lit up!
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| The taste of his name brought her right out of her shell
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| She said «It wasn’t always easy, he’s a complicated man
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| But I know he loves me and I know he meant well»
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| «He still calls now and then in the dead of my nights
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| He asks if I’m alone in bed
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| And I tell him 'Babe of course I am, I’m yours now and for ever,
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| PLEASE DON’T HANG UP…'
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| And then the line goes dead»
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| (Wow nice guy!)
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| I met a friend in a bar last night
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| A girl that lives in the past
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| I got up on my feet and I ran out
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| Thinking «Please don’t let me catch the cruel disease she has!» |