There’s a beacon of familiarity
As he walks across the room
Like a light shown straight upon me
A lens set high in zoom
He approaches me with swiftness
The onlookers a wake
As he glides in through the masses
His eyes still on my face
I didn’t think he’d still remember
That dark and restless night
When I put him back together
Held his factures while he cried
I’m just another martyr
A woman in disguise
I didn’t stand to think
That I could be recognized
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