He watches her from behind
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As she walks across the floor
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Doesn't move, no
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But his eyes caress her shoulders
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While the coffee he bought gets cold
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He watches her from behind
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So she knows and she won't turn
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But her hands shake
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It's a shame she won't see the smile he wears
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Cause it's only for her he smiles
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I guess I knew from the start
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He wouldn't play the main part
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I guess I knew all along
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He would appear in this song
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Pretending this is a film
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Now a close-up on her neck
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And some soft lights
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But the film will no reveal her voice
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Cause this script doesn't have any lines
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I guess I knew from the start
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He wouldn't play the main part
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I guess I knew all along
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He would appear in this song
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He watches her from behind
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While her girlfriend gives advice
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Doesn't listen
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But her mind's obsessed with one desire
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How she wants him to see her face
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He watches her from behind
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And that's all there'll ever be
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And don't blame her
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Another life or some other cafe
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And they just might have found a way
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I guess I knew from the start
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He wouldn't play the main part
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I guess I knew all along
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He would appear in this song
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He watches her from behind
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Stina Nordenstam |