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 On a morning  a Bogart movie
  a country where they turn back time
 You go strolling  the crowd like Peter Lorre
 Contemplating a crime
 
 She comes out  the sun in a silk dress running
  a watercolor in the rain
 Don't bother asking  explanations
 She'll just tell you  she came
 
 In the year of  cat
 
 She doesn't give you  for questions
 As she locks up your  in hers
 And you follow  your sense of which direction
 Completely disappears
 
 By  blue tiled walls near the market stalls
  a hidden door she leads you to
 These days, she  "I feel my life
 Just like a  running through"
 
 The year  the cat
 
 Why she  at you so coolly?
 And her eyes shine like the  in the sea
 She comes in  and patchouli
 So you take her, to find what's waiting 
 
  year of the cat
 
 Well morning comes and you're still  her
  the bus and the tourists are gone
 And you've thrown away  choice and lost your ticket
 So you have to  on
 
  the drumbeat strains of the night remain
 In the rhythm of the  day
 You  sometime you're bound to leave her
  for now you're going to stay
 
 In the year of the 
  of the cat