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They're putting up the chairs too close, she let me settle up my tab
I tore the button off your coat as you jumped up to hail us a cab
We can get a cup of coffee unless you gotta get back home...
Sitting across that table, a gypsy couldn't read her mind
I took her hand and told her I just wanna crawl into your eyes
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