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This means you to me, now
The atmosphere, the lines
This whole place, somehow
These people with their faces
The music and the sound
Familiar, but strange
When you're not around

And this means you to me, now
The corner by the bar
Belongs to us, somehow
I'm watching my glass
But can't see why my beer
Always taste so special
When you're with me here

And I feel naked when I'm with you
And restless when I'm not
It must be exhibitionism, baby
That makes me enjoy
Your company a lot

This means you to me, now
The pasta that I eat
Has got a taste of you, somehow
When you're sitting on my bed
That song you sometimes play
Makes my guitar sound better
Than on my lap, anyway

And I feel naked when I'm with you
And restless when I'm not
It must be exhibitionism, baby
That makes me enjoy
Your company a lot

And this means you to me, now
This special time of year
Relates to you, somehow
The heatwaves in the air
The dust in the streets
My lazy mornings
Between winter coloured sheets

And I feel naked when I'm with you
And restless when I'm not
It must be exhibitionism, baby
That makes me enjoy
Your company a lot

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