| Chances are I took the wrong turn
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| Every time I had a turn to take
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| And I guess I broke my own heart
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| Every chance I had a heart to break
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| And it seems I spent my whole life
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| Wishin' on the same unlucky star
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| And as I watched you ‘cross the bar room
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| I wonder what my chances are
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| Well, I know you’ve been around
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| And you’ve seen what you needed to see
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| And at night when you’re dreamin'
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| You’re probably not dreamin' 'bout me
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| Oh, it’s safe to say I’ve stumbled
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| But I’ve managed to make it through this fall
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| As I take one step and then another
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| I wonder what my chances are
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| I have watched the world go by, hand in hand
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| And wondered why I’m still so alone
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| Could I lay down my foolish pride
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| And maybe finally find my heart a home
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| The band has started playing
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| A simple songs I used to know
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| And I take your hand and walk you out
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| Danced through the rhythm way down low
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| Every heart has got a story
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| Mine just has few more scars
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| But they could heal if you will hold me
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| And tell me what my chances are
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| Well, it could heal if you will hold me
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| And tell me what my chances are |