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If I had met you on some journey |
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Where would we be now |
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If we had met some eastbound train |
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Through some black sleeping town |
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Would you have worn your silken robes |
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All made of royal blue? |
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Would I have dressed in smoke and fire |
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For you to see through? |
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If we had met in a darkened room |
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Where people do not stay |
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But shadows touch and pass right through |
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And never see the day |
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Would you have taken me upstairs |
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And turned the lamplight low? |
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Would I have shown my secret self |
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And disappeared like the snow? |
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Oh, I could have played your little girl |
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Or I could have played your wife |
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I could have played your mistress |
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Running danger down through you life |
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I could have played your lady fair |
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All dressed in lace like the foam from the sea |
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I could have been your woman of the road |
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As long as you did not come back home to me |
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But as it is, we live in the city |
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And everything stays in place |
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Instead we meet on the open sidewalk |
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And it's well I know your face |
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We talk and talk, we tell the truth |
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There are no shadows here |
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But when I look into your eyes |
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I wonder what might have been here? |
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Because if I had met you on some journey |
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Where would we be now? |