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I think it was her skirt that first attracted my eye |
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I looked at her shoes and then her face |
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She seemed soft and genuine |
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She smiled when she caught me so I diverted my look |
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And when I lifted my head she was back inside her book |
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And I wished I could walk over and just say hello |
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She's the kind of girl it would be nice to know |
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But that's not the kind of thing that you're likely to do |
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On a subway train at eight a.m. are you |
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(Chorus) |
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We walk the streets like we are walking in the woods |
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You never know when you see a pair of eyes |
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If you're seeing a friend |
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Two weeks later I was riding the same train |
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I saw her face and then I read the name |
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It said she'd been beaten pretty bad |
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And there was a picture of her grief-stricken Mom and Dad |
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And I wondered what happened to her books and her things |
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If she was wearing the same skirt and same earrings |
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And I'm sorry lovely one that I didn't get to meet you |
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But when you walk in the woods sometimes |
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The wolves are gonna eat you |
