Like in some old cliché
Of a song recording sorrow
In some other place, on some other day
Well let me tell you, Miss
I have no more time, no more love than this
Please accept the half I have to give
Though sad, this is the life I live
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I’m not a book off some old shelf
Pen, sweater or a coat
I’m a person, something like yourself
Just trying to stay afloat
So listen to me, Dear
Though selfish sometimes I appear
Embrace, enjoy our fantasy
While it still thrives, for I can see
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A day when you will turn around
Like in some old cliché
Of a song recalling happiness
Where girl meets boy in the well-worn way
For the last time you will take my hand
See that all my words were true
At that moment understand
You were borrowed too…
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As you walk away you’ll realise
That all my words were true
It was always in your sad, brown eyes
So I guessed you always knew –
That you were borrowed too
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