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When you meet someone that you don't know |
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But you know them just the same |
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You begin wondering if by chance it might be |
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An acquaintance from yesterday's train |
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Well there's something in her eyes that you've seen before |
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Maybe a memory or a mistress from another world |
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But you know the trees are green and the baby cries |
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From dust to dust, yet nothing dies |
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You'll never know where we are in this endless place |
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Or who we are in this endless space |
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But we know that the trees are green and the baby cries |
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From dust to dust, yet nothing dies |
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Yesterday's is rollin', can you touch it through the mist |
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Did you meet someone on yesterday's train |
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Can you tell it with a kiss |
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Can you tell it with a kiss |
