I met your boyfriend on St. Martin's Lane
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And he said, "Fancy running into you again".
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We talked a minute or so, then he turned to go,
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And I walked into the crowd again.
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And the morning was a different place,
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In every passerby I saw your face.
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Love leaves a lonely ghost,
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With one thought uppermost
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- is this the case in every case?
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Am I walking to you?
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Am I walking to you?
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In everything I do,
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Am I just walking to you?
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It was seven years ago to the day,
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You rang my house and we met halfway.
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We walked round Leicester Square and
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Sat through 'Being There' and every moment I replay.
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And I was desperate for love to be pure,
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Though what that meant, I never ws sure.
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You spent your time on me,
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I took it willingly,
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And I made you trust in literature.
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Am I walking to you?
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Am I walking to you?
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In everything I do,
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Am I just walking to you?
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I just don't know what to do.
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Walking To You
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| Everything But The Girl |
