When she walks in the room
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Then you know
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Why your date says it's late
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Time to go
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And you know you can't leave
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You must stay
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'Til her laughter has drifted away
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So you talk to the walls
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Always know
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'Cos they've seen it all
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And heart it all before
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And your fair weather friends
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Fail to speak
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They're so afraid still waters run deep
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And they're don't understand
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Or perceive
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That you can't see the woods for the trees
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Christmas trees you were sure
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Weren't the sort
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To build up your hopes
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Then sell you short
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Yeah to build you up
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And sell you short....
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All your life you were taught to believe
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Then a moment of truth - you're deceived
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all the wine in your life's all dried up
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- is now the time to give up?
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Like the soft paper cup that you squeeze
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So you take this and that and then some more
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And you make your way through the door
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You make up your way through the door....
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When She Walks In The Room
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| Bryan Ferry |
