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You're browsing through |
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A second hand bookstore |
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And you see him |
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In non-fiction |
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V through |
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YShe looks up |
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From World |
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War TwoAnd then you catch |
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His catching you |
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Catching his eye |
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And you quickly turn away |
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Your wishful stare |
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And take a sudden interest |
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In your shoes |
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If you only had the courage |
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But you don't she turns |
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And leaves and you both lose |
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And you think about |
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The people |
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That you never get to love |
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It's not as if you even |
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Have the chance |
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So many worth |
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A second life |
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But rarely do you get |
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A second glance |
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Until fate cuts |
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In on your dance |
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And you'll see him on a train |
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That you've just missed |
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At a bus stop |
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Where your bus will never stop |
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Or in a passing |
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BuickWhen you've been pulled over |
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By a traffic cop |
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Or you'll share an elevator |
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Just you two |
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And you'll rise |
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In solemn silence |
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To your floor |
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Like the fool |
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You are you get off |
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And he leaves your life |
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Behind a closing door |
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And you think about |
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The people |
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That you never get to love |
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The poem you intended to begin |
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The saddest words |
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That anyone has ever said |
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Are "Lord what might have been" |
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But noone said you get to win |
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Still you're never gonna miss |
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What you don't know |
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And you don't know |
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Who you'll meet |
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At half past three |
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It could be a total stranger |
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Who looks something |
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Just exactly much like me |
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One of the people |
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That you never get to love |
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One of the people |
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That you never get to love |
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The people |
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That you never get to love |
