| Chances, what are the chances
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| The chances that I’d find you?
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| Stealin' glances, across a crowded room
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| And takin' a chance or two
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| Love, it has a funny way of knowin' what to do
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| Oh, but the chances, what are the chances
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| The chances that I’d find you?
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| Old romances, I’ve had a few
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| But none like this before
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| The circumstances, that brought me to you
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| Are they just chances and nothin' more?
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| Love, it has a funny way of showin' what is true
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| Oh, but the chances, what are the chances
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| The chances that I’d find you?
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| (Love — it has a funny way of knowin' what to do)
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| Oh, but the chances, what are the chances
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| The chances that I’d find you? |