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“So we meet again!”

and I offered my hand, all dry and English slow. And you looked at me and I understand, it’s the look I used to know.

“Three long years and your favourite man, is that anyway to say hello?!”

And you hold me like you’ll never let me go.

“Oh, come on and have a drink with me! Sit down and talk a while”

“Yeah… I wish I could and I will!, but now I just don’t have the time…”

And over my shoulder as I walked away, I see you give that look goodbye. I still see that look in your eyes. So dizzy Mr. Busy, to much rush to talk to Billy. All the silly frilly things have to first get done. In a minute, sometime soon, maybe later, 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, I should really watch you dance. Because it’s hard to think I’ll never have another chance to hold you.
But chilly Mr. Dilly to 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 stop to think, I should’ve made the time. I could’ve had that drink, I could’ve talked a while. I would’ve done it right, I would’ve moved us one, but I didn’t and now it’s all too late. It’s over, and you’re gone…
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.

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