You say I'm merely borrowed

Like in some old cliché

Of a song recording sorrow

In some other place, on some other day

Well let me tell you, Miss

I have no more time, no more love than this

Please accept the half I have to give

Though sad, this is the life I live

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I'm not a book off some old shelf

Pen, sweater or a coat

I'm a person, something like yourself

Just trying to stay afloat

So listen to me, Dear

Though selfish sometimes I appear

Embrace, enjoy our fantasy

While it still thrives, for I can see

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A day when you will turn around

Like in some old cliché

Of a song recalling happiness

Where girl meets boy in the well-worn way

For the last time you will take my hand

See that all my words were true

At that moment understand

You were borrowed too...

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As you walk away you'll realise

That all my words were true

It was always in your sad, brown eyes

So I guessed you always knew -

That you were borrowed too

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