intent and direct when he speaks, i watch his lips  
 and when he drives i love to watch his hand  
 white and smooth almost feminine, almost american, i have to watch him.  
  
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 in his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth  
 he caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot  
 and everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue  
 i saw him searching into you and ached a while  
  
 i watch his lips caress the glass,  
 his fingers stroke its stem and pass  
 to lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes  
 from a shadow by the stair  
 i watch as he weeps unaware  
 that i'm in awe of his despair, but i am there  
  
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