If I had taken the time
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To write down a few lines
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Every time that you crossed this heart of mine
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I’d put them all in a book
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How much time would that have took
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The words ‘n years have a way of slipping back
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Oh no! Too bad, there goes the chance that I had
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I could have written a play so sweet and so funny
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Given old Mr. Shakespeare a run for his money
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Written the words to the prettiest tune
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That would never leave a dry eye in the room
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My only excuse for not doing enough
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well I was too busy being in love
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Yes I was too busy being in love
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Brand new phrases appear every time you are near
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All these words you inspire after all these years
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But I never reached for a pen
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Break the mood that I’m in
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Before I knew it the words were gone again
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Oh no! Too bad, there goes the chance that I had
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I could have written a play so sweet and so funny
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Given old Mr. Shakespeare a run for his money
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Written the words to the prettiest tune
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That would never leave a dry eye in the room
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My only excuse for not doing enough
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I was too busy being in love
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Yes I was too busy being in love
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I could have written the part to make young lovers crazy
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I could have written the movie for Hepburn and Tracey
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The beautiful song and it starts with your name
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Written my way into fortune and fame
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But I have no regrets for not doing enough
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well I was too busy being in love
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Yes I was too busy being in love
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Too Busy Being in Love
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| Doug Stone |
