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With a pawnshop eyes and a second hand frown
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she sat silent at the table
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Her boots were brown, should she leave town
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To play the role of lover ex-patriot
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A nod to the waiter,always her flirty behavior,
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You know she always gets one on the house
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She pulls out a letter from a bag
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Under her sweater and before she
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reads she straightens her blouse
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There's a passion in being alone A grace in a loveless time
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There's no new cross, therre's no new sign
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only the sun and the changing tide
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And out of respect, well really must confess
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I never lost your number I never
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lost your address
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And if we remain friends at best
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Sometime later no, no not yet
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we'll smile and remember it like this
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She put back the letter,one tear
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falls like a feather and disappears
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on this bar room floor
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The gratuity included, you know
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the letter concluded
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P.S. All my love
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Girl From The Pawn Shop
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