Jennifer is laughing at my same old stupid jokes
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It's the first time that I've seen her since it all went up in smoke
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Her hair is longer, her eyes are sadder, her smile is just the same
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It's funny how we sit here as if nothing's really changed
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'Cause old lovers never fade away
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They haunt you and they hint at things
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That never could have been
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Like faces in Picasso's notebook, visions that have lost their shape
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She acts a little jealous, 'cause my life is going well
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But we talk around the danger zones, we know more than we tell
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'Cause old habits burn into your mind
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They taunt you and they trick you
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And they twist your sense of time
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Like faces in Picasso's notebook, visions that have lost their shape
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Faces in Picasso's notebook, lovers who have lost their way
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And isn't it strange how we feel so close
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Now that there's no love to bind us?
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And isn't it strange how your heart keeps a hope burning?
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So we sit together, have a drink to all that might have been
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And drift into our separate lives - I guess that's how these things end
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Like faces in Picasso's notebook, visions that have lost their shape
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Faces in Picasso's notebook, lovers who have lost their way
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Lovers who have lost their way
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Faces in Picasso's Notebook
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