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SAME MAKE AND COLOR
I'd swear it was you
In the back of the elevator
Until I wedged my hand
In the closing doors
And you disappeared
I'd swear it was you
Silhouetted in the dark
At the end of the bar
Head half-turned
Until I got there
I'd swear it was you
In the passing car
Same make and color
Until I looked closer
And a stranger drove away
