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So often as I wait for sleep |
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I find myself reciting |
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The words I've or should have said |
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Like scenes that need rewriting |
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The smiles I never answered |
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Doors perhaps I should have opened |
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Songs forgotten in the morning |
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I relive the roles I've played |
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The tears I may have squandered |
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The many pipers I have paid |
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Along the roads I've wandered |
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Yet all the time I knew it |
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Love was somewhere out there waiting |
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Though I may regret a kiss or two |
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If I had changed a single day |
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What went amiss or went astray |
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I may have never found my way to you |
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If I had changed a single day |
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What went amiss or went astray |
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I may have never found my way to you |
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I wouldn't change a thing that happened |
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On my way to you |