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Sitting at the back of a smoke room
On a cold and afternoon
red wine and counting the laugh lines
On the face of the who stands in the doorway

And over her there's a world growing colder
I'm feeling and slowly less sober
the first and the last time we'll ever meet
Just falling leaves from winter

So, light gives in to dark, the nylon sheets softly
Nostalgia strikes hard at the heart that cannot escape its past
And it's the first and the last time we'll meet
Just falling leaves from winter trees

And it's the first and the last time we'll meet
falling leaves dropping from winter trees
Strangers touching the parts love cannot reach