(Graham Russell)
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Knocking by my window, late at night
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Making me believe there's something not right
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I look through the window but all I can see is the rain
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Standing on my doorstep, not very old
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Looking so helpless and looking so cold
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A woman who needed some help
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Now she lost her way
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She was cold, she was lost
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She could smile, and I was not cross
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[Chorus:]
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Just another woman, in my life
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Just another woman, lost in the night
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Just another woman, keeping in touch with a man
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As we sat by the fire, the flame just grew
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Talking about different things we knew
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Watching a new day arrive right inside my room
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The more I listened the more she told
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And in fascination my heart was sold
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Weaving in and out of my mind with a skill unknown
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She was cold, she was lost
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She could smile, and I was not cross
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[Chorus to fade]
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Just Another Woman
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| Air Supply |
