Met my old lover in the grocery store
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The snow was falling Christmas Eve
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I stole behind her in the frozen foods
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And I touched her on the sleeve
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She didn't recognize the face at first
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But then her eyes flew open wide
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She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
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And we laughed until we cried
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We took her groceries to the checkout stand
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The food was totalled up and bagged
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We stood there lost in our embarrassment
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As the conversation dragged
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We went to have ourselves a drink or two
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But couldn't find an open bar
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We bought a six-pack at the liquor store
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And we drank it in her car
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We drank a toast to innocence
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We drank a toast to now
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And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
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But neither one knew how
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She said she'd married her an architect
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Who kept her warm and safe and dry
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She would have liked to say she loved the man
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But she didn't like to lie
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I said the years had been a friend to her
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And that her eyes were still as blue
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But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw
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Doubt or gratitude
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She said she saw me in the record stores
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And that I must be doing well
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I said the audience was heavenly
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But the traveling was hell
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We drank a toast to innocence
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We drank a toast to now
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And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
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But neither one knew how
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We drank a toast to innocence
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We drank a toast to time
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Reliving in our eloquence
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Another 'auld lang syne'
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The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
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And running out of things to say
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She gave a kiss to me as I got out
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And I watched her drive away
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Just for a moment I was back at school
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And felt that old familiar pain
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And as I turned to make my way back home
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The snow turned into rain
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Same Old Lang Syne
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| Dan Fogelberg |
