I'd like to think about her
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And the way she used to love me
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But I just can't live without her
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'Cause her arms are not around me
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And the season's getting later
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And my body's getting colder
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And the vespers ring and I'm all alone
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Without my love beside me
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She'd call me in the evenin'
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And ask me to come over
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She'd be standing by the window
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With her hair down around her shoulder
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We'd talk a while and then she'd smile
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Then she'd lock the door
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And she would sit beside me
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And we would talk no more
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The bells would ring at six o'clock
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And she'd be in my arms
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Her head upon my shoulder, gently resting
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And then she'd wake and look at me
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Not knowing I'd been watching
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Kiss me softly, then drift off to sleep
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She'd call me in the evenin'
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And ask me to come over
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She'd be standing by the window
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With her hair down around her shoulder
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We'd talk a while and then she'd smile
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Then she'd lock the door
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And she would sit beside me
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And we would talk no more
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Vespers
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| Jim Croce |
