| It was a windy day outside the cafe
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| He was drinking coffee, she was sipping Chardonnay
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| And the were both from different (murks ?) of life
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| Hers' a better life, his' a harder life
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| He walked his rhythm in worn leather shoes, the sole split
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| Down in an old leather jacket
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| She walked her rhythm in designer shoes expensive
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| Her style got it (bother ?) quite overdressed
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| And then it happened, looking at each other imagine us as lovers
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| Don’t ask said words, we only sat and sight
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| It felt right so stepped to her and said to her:
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| «Leave with me and compete with me
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| Leave with me and complete with me»
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| As they walked there was a silence between them
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| And silence is that counts for words
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| She looked into his eyes, romanticised his whole life
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| He had that look that he was foreign
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| Get up and smoke and spoke his words like a ballon
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| He was unshaven, (haired are craven ?)
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| For danger of a stranger, looked like he had it in his nature
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| And she said: «what are you thinking
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| What are you thinking about?
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| What are you thinking, what are you thinking about?
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| And he said:» the difference between thinking and talking
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| Is that talking is the expression of thought
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| And thought is the unexpressed idea
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| So if I know it is enough and (if I said it I’d’ve thought em .?
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| She said:" you can’t think enough"
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| He said:" you can think too much, you can think up a dream
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| But there’s no dream that you can touch"
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| «But I can touch you, so you must be true»
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| And said (it out ?)
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| That I can touch you, so you must be true and said (???) |