A crowded room on Beverley
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A party for the rent
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You were sitting casually
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With a few of your fabulous friends
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I asked you what your name was
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But you just turned and laughed
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Then a little later
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I finally caught your eye
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And even though you tried so hard
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You couldn’t hide your smile
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I followed you downstairs
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And we talked for a long long time
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Would you call that love
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Who’s to say
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I don’t know much about love
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But you’re the best I ever had
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It wasn’t long before you changed
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Your phone number to mine
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You said that you were movin’ in
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But you needed a little time
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So I kept all your messages
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Til you made up your mind
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Now the rain is fallin’ and the clouds are gathering
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And the sun refuse to shine
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Your promises and whispered words
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Are forever on my mind
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And I’m left here smokin’ cigarettes
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That you left behind
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Would you call that love
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Who’s to say
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I don’t know much about love
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But you’re the best I ever had
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Beverley Street
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| Nick Drake |
