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[Intro] [Verse] Sunlight hits the Tagus blue Sipping on a lonely brew The chair across is empty now Since you took a silent bow I wonder if you meant to go Leaving just a cameo Your coffee cup is getting cold While the river turns to gold [Verse] Cinnamon and custard sweet Crumbs are falling at my feet Yellowed pages, faded ink Giving me a chance to think Did you find a better line? Or is this little moment mine? I’m tracing every handwritten word The sweetest thing I’ve ever heard [Chorus] Oh, Mr. Poet of the pier Why’d you leave your verses here? Was it just a lucky slip? Or a very clever tip? Ink is thin and pages old Stories that are yet untold I’m caught within your paper snare While the salt hangs in the air [Interlude] [Verse] River breeze is salt and spice Missing you is almost nice Looking at the dog-eared edge Sitting on this window ledge I could read a verse or two Finding little hints of you A metaphor for how we met A rhyme I haven't finished yet [Bridge] Metaphors are hard to bite In this lovely golden light Shoo-be-doo-ba, zazz-a-dee-day Skip-bip-de-dah, drifting away You’re a riddle, you’re a rhyme Wasting all my precious time But I don't mind the slow delay On this lazy Lisbon day [Chorus] Oh, Mr. Poet of the pier Why’d you leave your verses here? Was it just a lucky slip? Or a very clever tip? Ink is thin and pages old Stories that are yet untold I’m caught within your paper snare While the salt hangs in the air [Post-Chorus] Sugar on my fingertips Smiles upon my quiet lips Watching all the boats go by Underneath the Lisbon sky Will you come and say hello? Or are you just a ghost I know? [Verse] The clock is ticking on the wall Shadows starting now to fall I’ll keep the book until we meet Walking on this cobbled street Maybe you will want it back Or find another clever track I’ll be here when the sun goes down The quietest girl in this old town [Outro]
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