| Saturday it came and gone
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| You walked right in, now you’re gone
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| And I don’t know where I belong, but it’s with you
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| Sunday, Monday, Tuesday came
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| Thursday, Friday, just the same
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| Now I’m back to find a way to say
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| The things I didn’t say
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| And I would let you know
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| You cannot walk away
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| 'Cause there are things to say
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| And I know that you might
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| Not see this tonight
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| But there are things to say
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| We have life to make
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| Walked these streets a thousand times
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| A thousand more if it helps me find
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| The place I was where you and I collided
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| You walked off and I stood still
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| I wonder how our life would feel
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| If you’d looked back and I had got to say
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| The things I didn’t say
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| And I would let you know
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| You cannot walk away
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| 'Cause there are things to say
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| And I know that you might
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| Not see this tonight
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| But there are things to say
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| We have life to make
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| And I would let you know
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| You cannot walk away
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| 'Cause there are things to say
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| And I know that you might
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| Not see this tonight
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| But there are things to say
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| We have life to make |