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This song came to me in my dreams. There's a story to it, but I'll let you interpret your own.
Lyrics
You were standing cold by yourself in oxford colors, distant.
Watching you wait from the coffee shop window,
The bus was a half an hour late.
Rain was the forecast, but you packed your umbrella deep within the case.
I thought about running, just to give you my own,
Saw the black tears fall down your face.
And somehow I knew it'd be the last that I'd see of you.
Maybe it'd change if I hadn't seen it all through.
But I missed you there and then,
And I miss you now,
And I just want to see you again,
I just want to see you again,
I just want to see you again.
When I heard the story on the ten o clock news
I thought I saw your face.
But I kissed you goodbye just that morning,
Surely the world wasn't cruel as that fate.
I tried to forget saying, "Things just like this
Could only happen to few."
But when I saw the black suitcase with a pink striped umbrella, I knew that it had to be you,
And somehow I knew it'd be the last that I'd see of you.
Maybe it'd change if I hadn't seen it all through.
But I missed you there and then,
And I miss you now,
And I just want to see you again,
I just want to see you again,
I just want to see you again.
Oh, my friend, I just want to see you again,
Oh, my friend, I just want to see you...