She was sitting at our table
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In our favorite old cafe
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[?] up, laughing with new friends
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It was the first time I had seen her
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Since the day she walked away
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She noticed me the moment I walked in
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I saw her brown eyes and perfect smile
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The candle light reflecting off her hair
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But she acted like I wasn't even there
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In California, sun sinking out of sight
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Like I didn't hear her say, "I love you"
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Laying on the beach that night
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Like I wasn't standing in that cafe
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Losing her all over again
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All I could do was stare
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While she acted like I wasn't even there
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I thought I might walk over
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Then she'd have to say, "Hello"
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But then again just what good would that do?
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So I motioned to the waitress
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"I'll take a call for you to go
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And keep that change, I'll try to play it cool"
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Then I heard that voice above the crowd
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I felt like I was trying to breathe thin air
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And she acted like I wasn't even there
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In the rock with that diamond in my hand
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Like we didn't talk about forever
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A picket fence on a little land
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Like I wasn't standing in that cafe
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Losing her all over again
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All I could do was stare
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How she acted like I wasn't even there
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Surely I'm still in her heart somewhere
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But she acted like I wasn't even there
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Like I Wasn't Even There
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Sammy Kershaw |