When he saw her getting off the bus
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It seemed to wipe away the years
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Her face was older, just a little rough
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But her eyes were still so clear
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He drank his coffee and he hurried out
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Across before she walked away
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Then he approached her like a little child
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Too scared for what he had to say
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"Hello, Louise,
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Remember me?
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Now should we part
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Or stay awhile?
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As if we were still lovers"
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She took a moment just to recognise
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The man she'd known so well before
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And as he started to apologise
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Lose any bitterness she bore
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She gently put her finger on his lips
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To let him know she understood
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And with her suitcase standing on the floor
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Embraced him like a lover would
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He told Louise
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"You look so good
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It's just you see
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You make me feel
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As if we were still lovers"
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It's not always true that time heals all wounds
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There are wounds that you don't wanna heal
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the memories of something really good
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something truly real, that you never found again
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And though they talked for just a little time
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Before she said she had to go
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He saw the meeting as a tiny sign
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That told him all he had to know
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And so Louise
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Waved from the bus
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And as she left
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She gave that smile
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As if they were still lovers
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Lousie
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| The Human League |
