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 walks 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 cut out by the cut of her dress,
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And then it happened, looking at each other, imagine us as lovers
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Those unsaid words, were all they said inside
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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 you can be with me"
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As they walked there was a silence between them
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And silence is the canvas 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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lit up a smoke and spoke his words like a Baron,
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He was unshaven, had a craving,
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For danger off 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 wanted you to know, i would have said what i thought"
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She said:" you cant 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 again,
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"But I can touch you, so you must be true"
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And said again..
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Truly Madly Deeply
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| Day One |
