So often as I wait for sleep,
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I find myself reciting
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The words I've said or should have said
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Like scenes that need rewriting,
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The smiles I never answered,
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Doors perhaps I should have opened,
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Songs forgotten in the morning
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I relive the roles I've played,
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The tears I may have squandered,
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The many pipers I have paid
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Along the roads I've wandered
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Yet all the time I knew it,
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Love was somewhere out there waiting
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Though I may regret a kiss or two
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If I had changed a single day
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What went amiss or went astray,
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I may have never found my way to you
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INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE
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If I had changed a single day
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What went amiss or went astray,
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I may have never found my way to you
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I wouldn't change a thing that happened
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On my way to you
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On My Way to You
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| Maureen McGovern |
