Sitting in the night café, like Hopper in our very bad day Drinking like I used to do, with a Manner that you hate me to People come and people go, but Who they are I’ll never know Unaware of what they say and I I really don’t care anyway, oh no
Sitting in an empty room, at the Middle ending on a day of doom, and I’m Dreamin’ like I used to do, of the Way it was when I met you, and the Memories they come and go, like Shadows on the stair below A voyeur in the high window Unobserved I watch you go, oh no
Sitting in the early train, on Sunday morning and it’s pouring rain And I’m dying like I used to do With a head and heart so full of you Feelings come and feelings go, but When they stopped I’ll never know, and I’m Unaware of what you say, and I I really don’t care anyway, oh no
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