Waiting for you in the cafe
And the click clacking of high heel shoes
I seem to spend half my life
Waiting for you in the cafe
The cafes change and I change
But still
Waiting for you in the cafe
It could be spring
It could be winter
It could be Paris
It could be Rome
Waiting for you in the cafe
And I could be calm and content
Or angry and sad sullen and withdrawn
Waiting for you in the cafe
And one of these days I'll wake up dead
Waiting for you in the cafe
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