I watch her through revolving doors
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Through the windows of trains
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On the stairway to the second floor
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On crowded street covered with rain
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She rushes by and I call out her name
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Somehow she disappears...
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So I wait for her by the cafe light
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Where strangers meet
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at the end of the night
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And I wait for her to come to me
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The Girl in the Orange Sweater
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She accidentally took my seat
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Pulled off her white gloves
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I was captured by the look on her face
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A masterpiece of beauty and grace
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Just travelers passing the time...
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So I wait for her by the Cafe light
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Where she missed her train and
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we talked all night..
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And I wait for her to come back to me
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The Girl in the Orange Sweater
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The Girl in the Orange Sweater
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And when I close my eyes I see
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a cold and lonely world
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if she’s not there with me...
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And I wait for her to come back to me
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The Girl in the Orange Sweater...
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The Girl in the Orange Sweater
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| Stephen Bishop |
