| Chance, chance, chance, chance
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| Friday bank card, yours got stuck
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| I loaned you a phone quarter, said, «Good luckâ€
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| Where are you now?
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| Me and glasses, Saturday slump
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| You and your shopping, I looked up
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| Our eyes met, mine are green
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| You’d had a peroxide thing
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| Call now, look me up
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| Sunday walk, weaver’s park
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| I was on the lakeside
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| Where the playgrounds meet
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| In bare feet
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| You said, «Mighty cold todayâ€
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| You never see what I think
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| You didn’t like your daytime job
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| I was born to travel
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| You were a camera, I dropped my keys
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| I’m on the northbound, you were asleep
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| I said, «Are you holding?â€
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| €½You wanna ride the silent sky?â€
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| I wrote a story on the fly
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| You in the tabletop
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| I said, «I've had enough of the cityâ€
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| I held a bag of apples
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| You at the last table
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| I had had a soy dog
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| Cafe Streetside, Tuesday bloom
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| You wanna be on fire
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| I said, ‽I hung the moonâ€
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| Wednesday grocery, corner of vine
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| You were in the checkout line
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| I dropped my frozen dinners
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| You helped pick them up
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| Thursday cab rush, our block
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| You with broken accent
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| My heart stopped
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| You laughed, I worry
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| Chance, chance, chance, chance
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| Swarming like a dozen crushing blows
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| All those glances, midtime dances
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| Chance
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| I never looked it up
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| You hit the sidewalk talking
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| Said, «I'd read the ads, do you?
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| Where are you? |
| will you read this?
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| Can I see?
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| This is surely moving faster
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| Than I can think
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| A minute shy, a passing eye
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| I know I saw you there
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| Will you read this? |
| can I see?
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| What did I see?
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| Chance, chance, chance, chance
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| Swimming like a dozen crushing blows
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| All those midtime dances
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| Chance
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| Guys, this is very tedious, stop |