(Sam Tate/Annie Tate/Dave Berg)
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At a diner down on Broadway they make small talk
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When she brings his eggs and fills his cup
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He jokes about his love life
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Tells her he's 'bout ready to give up
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That's when she says
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I've been there before
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Keep on looking 'cause
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Maybe who you're looking for is...
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Somebody in the next car
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Somebody on the morning train
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Somebody in the coffee shop
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That you walk right by everyday
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Somebody that you look at but never really see
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Somewhere out there
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There's somebody
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Across town in a crowded elevator
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He can't forget the things that waitress said
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He usually reads the paper
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But today he reads a strangers face instead
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It's that blue-eyed girl
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>From two floors up
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Maybe she's the one
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Maybe he could fall in love with
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Somebody in the next car
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Somebody on the morning train
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Somebody in the coffee shop
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That you walk right by everyday
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Somebody that you look at but never really see
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Somewhere out there
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There's somebody
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Now they laugh about the moment that it happened
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A moment they both missed until that day
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When he saw his guture in her eyes
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Instead of just another friendly face
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And he wonders why
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He searched so long
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When she was always there
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At that diner waiting on
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Somebody in the next car
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Somebody on the morning train
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Somebody in the coffee shop
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That you walk right by everyday
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Somebody that you look at but never really see
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Somewhere out there
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There's somebody
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Yeah, somewhere out there is somebody
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Somebody
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| Mark Wills |
