| She was sittin´ in a corner
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| With a blue eyed stare
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| And she had that look about her
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| «tell me what am i doin´ here»
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| She was obviously waiting
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| But no one ever came
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| Once or twice she looked me over
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| Then she looked me over again
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| She was worn out and hopeless
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| And obviously lost
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| She said «i´ll make the most of this
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| Never mind the coast»
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| She was drinkin´ on something
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| Like it´s goin´ out of style
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| I was dead on my feet
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| Couldn´t walk another mile
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| But you know that
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| People get a little lonely sometimes
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| People need a little love sometimes
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| So i walked on over and i asked her
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| If she like to spend some time
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| I don´t even know her name
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| I don´t know where i´ll be tomorrow
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| I won´t even ask her questions
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| I will take what i can find
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| And i´ve had my share of tears
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| And i´ve seen some better years
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| But she´s sitting over there
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| I´m waiting over here
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| And i´ll take it like it comes
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| And you know that
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| People get a little lonely sometimes
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| People need a little love sometimes
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| So i walked on over and i asked her
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| If she like to spend some time
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| I don´t even know her name
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| I don´t know where i´ll be tomorrow
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| I won´t even ask her questions
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| I will take what i can find
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| And nothing can be as lonely
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| As a 24-hour
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| I´ll be flying out in the morning
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| She is going her own way
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| I don´t even know her name
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| I don´t know where i´ll be tomorrow
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| I won´t even ask her questions
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| I will take what i can find |