| I’m the green young gentleman
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| And you’re the lady with the past
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| I admit I’m insecure about
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| How long we will last
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| I sort through in my mind
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| The little that I know
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| But the only things I find
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| From where my musings go Is that kind of confusion
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| That just makes more questions come
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| About the wild and shady world
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| That you must have wondered from
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| You see, I have no real complaints
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| Of how you’ve left your past behind
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| I guess what gets me worried
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| Is you’ve erased him from your mind
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| I wonder what happened to him
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| Your past is a canyon
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| I’m a stranger on the rim
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| Looking down below
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| To where it’s misty and dim
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| But, where there’s still shining
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| A faint glow from a light
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| It makes me wonder where he is tonight
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| That drawer of your old photographs
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| Sits there like detective’s leads
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| With the packets full of letters
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| That I do not dare to read
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| And then there is that negligee
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| That is made for candlelight
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| You know, I’ve never seen you wear it Was it used on other nights?
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| You see, dream lover of a lady
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| What shakes me to the core
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| Is the thought as you caress me You’ve done this all before
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| I think about the future
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| With me out and others in Will I, too, have disappeared
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| Like I’ve never ever been?
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| I wondered what happened to him
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| Your past is a canyon
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| I’m a stranger on the rim
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| I’m looking down below
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| To where it’s misty and dim
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| But, where there’s still shining
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| A faint glow from a light
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| It makes me wonder where he is
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| I wonder where he is Can’t help but wonder where he is tonight |