| It seems it’s been a long long time
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| Since I have had to be home at nine
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| I always made it — but too late
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| And that has been my share of fate
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| And still I know I will be there
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| I might be late which isn’t fair
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| It does annoy those friends of mine
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| When I always say I’ll be on time
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| I never can make it right on time
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| There’s always something in my way
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| You have to believe that I really try
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| But it happens to me every day
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| And I know you don’t give a damn
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| Here we go, Oh I’m late again
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| On Friday afternoon at four
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| My bank locks up the entrance door
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| I need some cash to pay the rent
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| Of course I’m late — no happy end
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| The banker is a friend of mine
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| He knows I’m never there in time
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| So I start knocking on his door
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| 'cos after all it’s only a quarter past four
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| It happened once that I wasn’t late
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| Which is the other side of fate
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| I met this girl and right away
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| I told her what I had to say
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| And ever since we went along
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| Sometimes we’re late, sometimes right on
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| And while I’m writing down this song
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| She stands there waiting for me |