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Cce


Clouseau
: : Close encounters : :

Don't cry now;
you know it happens to the best of us...
Goodbye now;
and don't forget about the rest of us...
I'm staying,
you never know if they can use me here.
I'm praying,
I won't be looking when you disappear.

And everybody's looking out
for close encounters of another kind...
And it won't help me if I shout,
but I'm getting pretty close this time...
You're on my mind.

Don't worry;
I should have told you to beware of me..
Don't hurry;
Come back to see whatever's left of me.
I've cried some;
but I suppose I'm getting colder now...
You've died some;
but even you are getting older now...

And everybody's looking out
for close encounters of another kind...
And it won't help me if I shout,
but I'm getting pretty close this time.
You're on my mind, all of the time...

Don't cry now.
Don't cry now.