If she knew what I've seen
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while I'm watching
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Would she know
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where to smile, what to say?
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When she leaves
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from her book to be with me
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Where's her mind
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as she stands while I play?
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<Interlude>
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She left behind names
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in the pages
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And the time she took out
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they stayed in
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Now she thinks that
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she maybe should tell them
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Of my book and
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the places she's been
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<Interlude>
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Now she's looking at
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me while I'm writing
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Does she know
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where to smile, what to say?
|
When she leaves
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from her book to be with me
|
What's she thinking
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about while I play?
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BOOK SONG
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| Fairport Convention |
