| So often as I wait for sleep,
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| I find myself reciting
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| The words I’ve said or should have said
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| Like scenes that need rewriting,
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| The smiles I never answered,
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| Doors perhaps I should have opened,
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| Songs forgotten in the morning
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| I relive the roles I’ve played,
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| The tears I may have squandered,
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| The many pipers I have paid
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| Along the roads I’ve wandered
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| Yet all the time I knew it,
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| Love was somewhere out there waiting
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| Though I may regret a kiss or two
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| If I had changed a single day
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| What went amiss or went astray,
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| I may have never found my way to you
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| INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE
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| If I had changed a single day
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| What went amiss or went astray,
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| I may have never found my way to you
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| I wouldn’t change a thing that happened
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| On my way to you |