| Every time that I see ya,
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| A lightening bolt fills the room,
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| The underbelly of Paris,
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| She sings her favorite tune,
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| She’ll drink you under the table,
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| She’ll show you a trick or two,
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| But every time that I left her,
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| I missed the things she would do.
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| She was the one — for me,
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| She opened my eyes — to see,
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| She was the one — for me,
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| Well alright.
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| It was a cold September,
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| Before the Indian summer,
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| That’s the thing I remember,
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| Then she gave me her number,
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| Went from station to station,
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| On a train 'cross the nation
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| And the rain of November,
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| That’s the time that we ended,
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| She was the one — for me,
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| Well alright.
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| Vodka with Coca Cola,
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| Cocaine tucked in her shoes,
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| Cigarettes over coffee,
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| Her halo slipped to a noose,
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| Take a slow boat to China,
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| You fly a rag 'round the moon,
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| She could take it or leave it,
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| I knew it had to end soon.
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| She was the one — for me,
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| She opened my eyes — to see,
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| She was the one — for me,
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| Well alright.
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| It was a cold September,
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| Before the Indian summer,
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| That’s the thing I remember,
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| When she gave me her number,
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| Went from station to station,
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| On a train 'cross the nation,
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| And the rain of November,
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| That’s the time that we ended,
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| She was the one — for me,
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| Well alright, alright, alright, yeah |