She is walking quickly
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Like there's some place she must be.
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In her eyes there's no one,
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There is no one she needs.
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He sits with his paper
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At a sunday table.
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Just another morning..
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She steps into his gaze.
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He looks at her,
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She looks at him,
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For a moment there is nowhere she is going.
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He looks at her,
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She looks at him,
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For a moment they could almost fall in love.
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Not a word is spoken,
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No touch, no heart broken.
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Just another morning
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Of a beautiful day.
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He looks at her,
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She looks at him,
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For a moment there is nowhere she is going.
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He looks at her,
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She looks at him,
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For a moment they could truly fall in love.
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He looks at her,
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She looks at him,
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For a moment there is nowhere she is going.
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He looks at her,
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She looks at him,
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For a moment there is stillness in the world .. turning
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World turning .. round ..
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Around ..
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Around ..
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Sunday Table
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| Pink Martini |
