Must have been walking
Don t know this place
Somebody stopped talking
Is it written in my face
Thought I d never leave you
Thought I d never dare
But I watched you going under
That s a thought i could not bear
Five thousand miles I m away from you
Drifting by the Spanish steps tonight
Guess you ve got my number
Guess you got my line
Guess you got my number
Should I be on your mind
Late at night your footsteps
Barefoot on the floor
Tender eyes from sleeping
In the darkened corridor
I come up the stairway
My naked enemy
Comes stumbling towards me
Wish I could set you free
Five thousand miles I m away from you...
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