| She said, «Meet me at the gates at eight
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| Leave now, don’t be late»
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| She said one day she’d walk away 'cause I was always late
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| Thought things were okay
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| Didn’t care though anyway
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| Say, «Sorry, babe, I had to meet a mate», tempting fate
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| We first met through a shared view, she loved me and I did too
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| It’s now 7:50, getting ready, better be nifty
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| Do my hair quickly; |
| step out, it’s cloudy
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| Mate bells me to borrow money
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| I got two Henry’s and a dealer to pay
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| Call up on geezers to rid these green trees of my reeking jeans
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| Got a «You think I care?» |
| air, out-glaring geezers' stares
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| I’m here and I’m there
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| Couldn’t see past the end of my beer
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| What was getting near all the silence after the cheers
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| I didn’t know that it was over
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| 'Til it was too late (Too late)
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| But if I ever needed you
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| Would you be there?
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| She said, «Meet me at the gates
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| Don’t be late»
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| But pretty soon, the day came for change
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| And I was glad she never walked away
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| So I’m choosing what to wear
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| Doing my hair with an hour to spare
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| When my life went pear, she’d been there with a thick stare
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| Big wheel climbed to the top
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| Geezer stares bounced off
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| Standing at the top of this huge mountain
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| Smiling and shouting, spring flowers sprouting
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| Not one inch of doubt in my mind as I reached the gates
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| Came 'round the corner at a rate
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| Risked her love, but I was gonna set things straight
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| Never again am I gonna be late
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| Never again am I gonna be late
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| Never again am I gonna be late
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| I didn’t know that it was over
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| 'Til it was too late (Too late)
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| But if I ever needed you
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| Would you be there?
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| I said, «Meet me at the gates
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| Leave now, don’t be late»
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| I waited for a while listening to her voicemail, mind set sail
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| Then the facts turned me pale
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| Wind, rain and hail
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| My fears unveiled for my fair female
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| She’d walked away; |
| too little, too late
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| I step up the pace, walk past the gates, rain runs over my face
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| Spirit falls from grace
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| I purchase a hazy escape at the alcohol place in the Chase
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| Sat down, got a fat frown
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| Weeping and drowning my senses
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| For this love game’s expensive
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| I walk in a trance
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| Got a wounded soldier’s stance
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| And the everyday geezers' stares throw me off balance
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| Now nothing holds significance
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| And nothing holds relevance
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| 'Cause the only thing I can see is her elegance
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| I didn’t know that it was over
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| 'Til it was too late (Too late)
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| But if I ever needed you
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| Would you be there?
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| I didn’t know that it was over
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| 'Til it was too late (Too late)
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| But if I ever needed you
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| Would you be there? |