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"so we meet again!" and i offer my hand

all dry and english slow

and you look at me and i understand

yeah it's a look i used to know

"three long years... and your favourite man...

is that any way to say hello?"

and you hold me...

like you'll never let me go



"oh c'mon and have a drink with me

sit down and talk awhile... "

"oh i wish i could... and i will!

but now i just don't have the time... "

and over my shoulder as i walk away

i see you give that look goodbye...

i still see that look in your eye...



so dizzy mr busy - too much rush to talk to billy

all the silly frilly things have to first get done

in a minute - sometime soon - maybe next time - make it june

until later... doesn't always come



it's so hard to think "it ends sometime

and this could be the last

i should really hear you sing again

and i should really watch you dance"

because it's hard to think

"i'll never get another chance to hold you...

to hold you... "



but chilly mr dilly - too much rush to talk to billy

all the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done

in a second - just hang on - all in good time - won't be long

until later...



i should've stopped to think - i should've made the time

i could've had that drink - i could've talked awhile

i would've done it right - i would've moved us on

but i didn''t - now it''s all too late it's over... over...

and you're gone...



i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you

i miss you i miss you so much



but how many times can i walk away

and wish "if only... "

how many times can i talk this way

and wish "if only... "

keep on making the same mistake

keep on aching the same heartbreak



i wish "if only... "

but "if only... "

is a wish too late...