In a small cafe on a crowded night

In a spot of light stands the singer

Then the band begins and the beat is strong

And the room belongs to the singer



All the people turn to hear her sad refrain

And catch the cry of pain that's in her song

But in her haunted face and in her searching eyes

There is a sign that something's wrong



Now the eager crowd hangs on every word

But the sounds are slurred by the singer

Til' the people feel every aching part

Of the broken heart of the singer



Still the song goes on about a love she knew

That seemed so sure, so true, but turned out wrong

And from the tears she shows nobody really knows

Is she the singer or the song

Is she the singer or the song



As the sad song ends she hits the final note

It catches in her throat but comes out strong

And as she bows and goes, nobody really knows

Was she the singer or the song

Was she the singer - or - the - song...



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