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Created on: July 06, 2009
Pop your collar on your raincoat, flick your newspaper before you turn the page
Look to the left, then to the right, check your watch, continue reading your paper
Hey, man! Sexy, handsome man. I'm watching you.
I watch you everday.
I can see your muscles bulge through your trench
Mysterious overcast on your strong jaw line
Train is coming. Take your newspaper, fold it neatly
And tuck it under your arm, pick up your briefcase
Look to the left, then to the right, check your watch, board the train.
Until we meet again....
In the imaginations of my heart.
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