| She said,"meet me at the gates at 8
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| Leave now, don’t be late"
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| She said one day she’d walk away
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| 'Cause I was always late
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| Thought things were okay
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| Didn’t care anyway
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| Say, «sorry babe
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| I had to meet a mate, temptin' fate
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| We first met through a shared view
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| She loved me and I did too
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| It’s now seven fifty, gettin' 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 Henrys and a dealer to pay
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| Call upon Geezers to rid these green trees of my reekin' jeans
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| Got a 'you think I care' air, outglarin' 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 gettin' near?
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| All the silence after the cheers
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| I didn’t know that it was over
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| 'Till 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 chosin' what to wear
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| Doin' my hear with an hour to spare
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| When my life went pear
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| She’d been there with a thick stare
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| Big wheel climbed to the top
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| Geezers stares bounced off
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| Standin' at the top of this huge mountain
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| Smilin' and shoution, spring flowers sproutin'
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| Not one inch of doubt in my mind
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| 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’m 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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| 'Till 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 listenin' to her voice mail
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| Mind set sail
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| Then the facs turned me pale
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| Wind, rain and hail
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| My fears unveiled
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| For my fair female
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| She’d walked away
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| Too little too late
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| I step up the pace
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| Walk past the gates
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| Rain runs over my face
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| Spirit falls from grace
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| I purchase a hazy escape
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| At the alcohol place in the chase
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| Sat down, I got a fat frown
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| Weapin' and drownin'
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| 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 stance
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| The everyday geezers stares
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| Throw me off balance
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| Now nothin' holds significance
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| And nothin' holds relevance
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| 'Cause the only thing I can see
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| Is her elegance
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| I didn’t know that it was over
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| 'Till 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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| 'Till it was too late, too late
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| But if I ever needed you
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| Would you be there? |