That was the last time I ever saw
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Through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows
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I walked past and kept on walking
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And lit a smoke with my hands shaking
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She was something else
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A few summers ago
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We spent weeks in her room
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Just having sex and listening to jazz
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And that was the life
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But I didn't know that at a time
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Blinds drawn at twelve noon
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With daylight pouring through
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Projecting lines on her body
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Move on, move on, move on
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Smoke your smoke and move on
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I should go back
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See if she's still there
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Standing like a statue
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Let's Play Guitar In A Five Guitar Band
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| Minus The Bear |
