I nearly thought that maybe she
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Could be the one to set me free.
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I went and fell again -
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There's just something about her, I guess.
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I wonder, did she know?
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I wonder, did it show?
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And now she's gone again,
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Seems we're not meant to be friends.
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And now she's gone again.
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And now she's gone again.
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Watching headlights far away,
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Aching at the close of the day,
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Walking and wishing she
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Were sharing the evening with me.
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And I recall silently not sleeping.
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And I recall her wet hair in the morning.
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And I recall the distance I was keeping.
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And I recall a birthday kiss she gave me,
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Two journeys to her flat when it was just me,
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And, in her car, to the radio her singing.
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I recall the attention I was paying.
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I wanted friendship, wanted closeness -
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Around her I was hopeless.
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I'd catch myself and feel a fool -
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It's such a different world in which she moves.
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I wonder, did she know?
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I wonder, did it show?
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I wonder, did it show?
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And now she's gone again,
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Seems we're not meant to be friends,
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And memories like these, they're what I have left -
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Memories that, stupidly, I never will forget.
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Memories like these: a birthday card somewhere;
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I could tell she was awake,
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She wanted, too, to break the silence -
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If we'd have talked into the night,
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Would that have made a difference?
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Headlights
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| Trembling Blue Stars |
