Every time that I see her,
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A lightning bolt fills the room,
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The underbelly of Paris,
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She sings her favourite tune.
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She¡¯ll drink you under the table,
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She show you a trick or two,
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But every time that I left her,
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I miss the things she would do.
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She was the one, for me,
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She opened my eyes, to see,
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She was the one, for me,
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Well alright.
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It was cold September,
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Before the Indian Summer,
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That¡¯s the thing I remember,
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When she gave me a number.
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Went from station to station,
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On a train ¡®cross the nation,
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And the rain of November,
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That¡¯s the time that we ended.
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She was the one, for me,
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Oh alright.
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Vodka with coca-cola,
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Cocaine tucked in her shoes,
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Cigarettes over coffee,
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Her halo slipped to a noose.
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Take the slow boat to China,
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You fly it right ¡¯round the moon,
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She could take it or leave it,
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I knew it had to end soon.
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She was the one, for me,
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She opened my eyes, to see,
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She was the one, for me,
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Well alright.
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It was a cold September,
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Before the Indian Summer,
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That¡¯s the thing I remember,
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When she gave me her number.
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Went from station to station,
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On a train ¡®cross the nation,
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And the rain of November,
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That¡¯s the time that we ended.
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She was the one, for me,
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Oh alright, alright, alright, alright, yeah.
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Indian Summer
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