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So we meet again, and I offer my hand

All dry and English slow

And you look at me, and I understand

Yeah, it's a look I used to know

Three long years and your favorite man

Is that any way to say hello?

And you hold me

Like you'll never let me go

Like you'll never let me go

Oh, come on, and have a drink with me

Sit down and talk a while

Oh, I wish I could, and I will

But now, I just don't have the time

And over my shoulder, as I walk away

I see you give that look goodbye

I still see that look in your eye

So dizzy, Mr. Busy, too much rush to talk to Billy

All the silly, frilly things have to first get done

In a minute, sometime soon, maybe next time, make it June

Until later doesn't always come

Until later doesn't always come

It's so hard to think it ends some time

And this could be the last

I should really hear you sing again

I should really watch you dance

Because it's hard to think I'll never get another chance

To hold you, to hold you

But chilly, Mr. Dilly, too much rush to talk to Billy

All the tizzy, fizzy idiot things must get done

In a second, just hang on, all in good time

Won't be long until later

I should've stopped to think, I should've made the time

I could've had that drink, I could've talked a while

I would've done it right, I would've moved us on

But I didn't, now it's all too late

It's over, and you're gone

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so much

But how many times can I walk away and wish, "If only"?

How many times can I talk this way and wish, "If only"?

Keep on makin' the same mistake

Keep on achin' the same heartbreak

I wish, "If only", but "If only" is a wish too late