| I don’t do this sort of thing, I said
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| As he leaned in and ran his fingers through my hair
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| I could see he didn’t believe me And I could tell from his sweet smile he didn’t care
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| He slipped his hand under my skirt
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| And for a moment I looked deep into his eyes
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| I didn’t see much in there
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| Apart from an emptiness I sadly recognized
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| Let me take you far away from here, he said
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| I know some magic that is sure to pick you up I thought of me alone in my cold hotel bed
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| And I said, yeah, well, why not
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| He took me back to where he lives
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| We had a drink and tried to start a friendly chat
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| But neither of us felt much like talking
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| About the lives that we were there to forget
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| And so he laid me on the bed
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| And we undressed; |
| the street lights sliced us through the blinds
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| His skin felt warm against my body
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| But my body couldn’t hold on to my mind
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| I drifted far away above this stranger’s room
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| My thoughts walked down the crowded streets of yesterday
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| Until he stopped and asked if he had come to soon
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| I shook my head and turned away
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| We laid a little while in silence
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| ‘Til I got up, got dressed and splashed cold water at my face
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| I better go, I said politely
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| I don’t usually stay out this late |