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She packed her hopes and dreams,
Like a refugee.

You don’t care much for a stranger’s touch,
But you can’t hold your man.

There’s so many things you should have told her,
But night after night you’re willing to hold her,
Just hold her, tears on your shoulder.

And maybe someday we will find,
That it wasn’t really wasted time.

There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face;
She pretended not to notice, she was caught up in the race.

And the hours go by like minutes,
And the shadows come to stay.
So you take a little something to
Make them go away.

I remember what you told me before you went out on your own:
“Sometimes to keep it together, we got to leave it alone.

You’re not quite lovers and you’re not quite friends,
After the thrill is gone.

So you live from day to day, and you dream
About tomorrow.

Victim of love, it’s such an easy part,
And you know how to play it so well.