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"So we meet again!" and I offer my hand 
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All dry and English slow.
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And you look at me, and I understand,
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Yeah, it's a look I used to know.
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"Three long years... and your favourite man... 
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Is that any way to say hello?",
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And you hold me... like you'll never let me go.


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"Oh c'mon and have a drink with me,
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Sit down and talk a while..."
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"Oh I wish I could... and I will! 
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But now I just don't have the time..."
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And over my shoulder as I walk away,
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I see you give that look goodbye...
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I still see that look in your eye... 


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So dizzy Mr. Busy - Too much rush to talk to Billy,
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All the silly frilly things have to first get done.
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In a minute - sometime soon - maybe next time - make it June,
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Until later... doesn't always come.


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Until later... doesn't always come.


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It's so hard to think "It ends sometime,
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And this could be the last".
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I should really hear you sing again,
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And I should really watch you dance,
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Because it's hard to think
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"I'll never get another chance
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To hold you... to hold you... " 


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But chilly Mr. Dilly - Too much rush to talk to Billy,
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All the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done.
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In a second - just hang on - all in good time - won't be long,
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Until later... 


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I should've stopped to think - I should've made the time.
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I could've had that drink - I could've talked a while.
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I would've done it right - I would've moved us on,
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But I didn't - now it's all too late,
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It's over... And you're gone...


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I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you,
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I miss you, I miss you so much...


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But how many times can I walk away
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And wish "If only..."
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How many times can I talk this way
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And wish "If only..." 
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Keep on making the same mistake,
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Keep on aching the same heartbreak,
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And I wish "If only..."
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But "If only...." 
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Is a wish too late...