| Passed through main street yesterday
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| And, oh, this town just ain’t the same
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| Looked in the window and it was gone
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| All those tables I’d written on
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| We’re vanished as if I had never been there
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| Like the poets and prophets who can’t find the words so they stare
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| And all that made sense has somehow turned askew
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| I missed my chance with you
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| There were seconds then minutes then years that I could not breathe
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| In the Pere Lachaise with the hammer the chisel and the stone
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| Now I’ve bartered and begged for what I believed
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| And I saw that the name engraved was my own
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| Now there’s nothing so peaceful as when I met you
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| And there’s nothing so lonely as when it was through
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| And the words, «I'm not here anymore», echo into
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| «I missed my chance with you»
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| Had love play so many tricks on me
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| I’ve always felt cheated that you’d make me leave
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| Like taking my sight after letting me see
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| But I found out love had something up it’s sleeve
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| Leave me scattered like leaves by winds that never blew
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| When I captured the starts
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| In the palm of my hand it was true
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| I’d just give them back to you
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| I was seventeen, but just for one year
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| I always knew one day, I’d end up here
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| And the sands have now fallen to the evening of my afternoon
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| I’m was always so ready to stay and always leaving too soon
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| And I don’t want to think about it now, but I do
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| And my spirit is restless
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| 'Cause I know it’s true
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| I missed my chance with you |