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He watches her from behind |
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As she walks across the floor |
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Doesn't move, no |
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But his eyes caress her shoulders |
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While the coffee he bought gets cold |
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He watches her from behind |
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So she knows and she won't turn |
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But her hands shake |
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It's a shame she won't see the smile he wears |
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Cause it's only for her he smiles |
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I guess I knew from the start |
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He wouldn't play the main part |
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I guess I knew all along |
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He would appear in this song |
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Pretending this is a film |
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Now a close-up on her neck |
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And some soft lights |
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But the film will no reveal her voice |
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Cause this script doesn't have any lines |
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I guess I knew from the start |
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He wouldn't play the main part |
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I guess I knew all along |
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He would appear in this song |
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He watches her from behind |
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While her girlfriend gives advice |
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Doesn't listen |
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But her mind's obsessed with one desire |
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How she wants him to see her face |
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He watches her from behind |
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And that's all there'll ever be |
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And don't blame her |
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Another life or some other cafe |
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And they just might have found a way |
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I guess I knew from the start |
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He wouldn't play the main part |
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I guess I knew all along |
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He would appear in this song |
