I came to the party
I saw you again
It's hard to believe this
But it took me way back whenTo when I first met you
The scene of the crimeTo once upon a time
Sucking white wine up
From a paper cupTo kid myself that there was
No need for a cover upI asked you a question
You told me a lieYou didn't see me cry
I woke up on Sunday
I wrote down this songAnd started to think that
I had been away too longI thought of that singer
Of love and of life lived in vainAnd headed for the train.
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