Saw your stereotype in the tram stop as I looked up
He seemed just as unspecial as you from this angle
The only way I dare to look at you, from behind or aside
And yet he made me feel like you, for a moment or two
So as I believed him to be you, my pulse accelerated, too
You're holding me under your spell from who knows where
And this I can't understand, is this your doing then or myself
Who keeps this feeling alive after so much time so well
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