| The boy was an old cat and the girl was a clever mouse
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| Didn’t matter where they went, in whichever house
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| Motel, suitcases and rental cars
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| Photos and empty bottles, memories and mental scars
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| Raising heck, surveying damages, appraising wrecks
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| Long nights and fights that ended with amazing sex
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| Moments that were equally quiet and uproarious
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| Frequently slow dancing in the kitchen, it was glorious
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| Unknowns, they broke each other’s bones and built camp fires
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| They jumped out of windows and lived like vampires
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| They’d bathe in the same water, same anguish
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| They spoke bad French but laughed in the same language
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| The boy was an old cat and the girl was a clever mouse
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| Unswimmable waters and flames they could never douse
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| One minute they were millionaires, the next they’d be the poorest
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| What he liked about her was that she could see the forest
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| Steering clear of some troubles, averting wrongs
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| They drew curtains and died together over certain songs
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| Opposites, theirs was a friendship of the rare sort
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| They’d steal books and talk dirty at the airport
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| Evangelists amongst themselves, it was scandalous
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| Company was kept by Joan of Los Angeles
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| Diamonds and crying eyes, short tempers and fast drives
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| Promises and unsolved mysteries and past lives
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| And I can’t help but wonder
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| Will you recognize my face
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| I hope so
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| (I hope so)
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| Here, it’s perfectly dark
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| And I can’t help but wonder
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| Will you recognize my face
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| I hope so
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| (I hope so)
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| Here, it’s perfectly dark
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| Here, it’s perfectly dark
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| Here, it’s perfectly dark
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| Here, it’s perfectly
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| Here, it’s
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| Here, perfectly dark
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| The girl was a clever mouse, the boy was an old cat
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| Diamonds are forever, but they were never told that
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| He’d lay there beside her, awake for safekeeping
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| While she’d ask questions to the river while she was sleeping
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| And who by accident, the emptiness had grown quick
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| She stood on his shoulders, but for heaven, he was homesick
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| Long before the end came he already missed her
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| She went slowly out of focus and he died without a whisper
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| And I can’t help but wonder
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| Will you recognize my face
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| I hope so
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| (I hope so)
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| Here, it’s perfectly dark
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| And I can’t help but wonder
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| Will you recognize my face
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| I hope so
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| (I hope so)
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| ‘Cause here, it’s perfectly dark
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| (Dark) |