| Monday morning, I saw you standing
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| Somewhere central, calling up the
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| Head down, you didn’t see me
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| That’s fine, it wasn’t meant to be
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| That’s fine, it wasn’t meant to be
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| We were close
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| Many moons ago
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| We’d sit and watch it
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| But then it got too slow
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| passing through me
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| I’m fine, it wasn’t meant to be
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| Maybe next time, I’ll say hello
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| Somewhere central, leaving too slow
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| Too slow
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| Too slow
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| Too slow
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| Sky split…
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| Your head down, you didn’t see me
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| That’s fine, it wasn’t meant to be
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| That’s fine, it wasn’t meant to be
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| Men change, lives can move much quicker
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| I shine bright, but stagger into flicker
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| You look up, and stop to see
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| Maybe next time I’ll say hello
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| Somewhere central, moving to slow
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| Too slow
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| Too slow |