See her walking down the street She reads the signs that no-one sees I ask myself will she remember me? From Edge Lane to London Road I'd catch the bus there every Friday Hoping that I'd see her once again Heavy sighs and border lines I'm a prisoner when she's so fancy free Will she remember me? It seemed like a month of Sundays Since I saw her cross that road The summer sun it never seemed so cold Then on day to my surprise I spied her on the other side I tried to speak but my tongue it was tied I met a friend who knew her mother He said he saw her yesterday He said she said that she went away Now she wears a diamond ring And glides across the crystal floor She doesn't walk down my street anymore
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