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If your memory serves you well |
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We were goin' to meet again and wait |
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So I'm goin' to unpack all my things |
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And sit before it gets too late |
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No man alive will come to you |
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With another tale to tell |
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And you know that we shall meet again |
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If your memory serves you well |
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This wheel's on fire |
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Rolling down the road |
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Best notify my next of kin |
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This wheel shall explode |
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If your memory serves you well |
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I was goin' to confiscate your lace |
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And wrap it up in a sailor's knot |
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And hide it in your case |
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If I knew for sure that it was yours |
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But it was oh, so hard to tell |
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And you know that we shall meet again |
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If your memory serves you well |
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This wheel's on fire |
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Rolling down the road |
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Best notify my next of kin |
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This wheel shall explode |
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If your memory serves you well |
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You'll remember, you're the one |
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That called on me to call on them |
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To get you your favors done |
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And after every plan had failed |
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And there was nothing more to tell |
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You knew that we should meet again |
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If your memory served you well |
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This wheel's on fire |
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Rolling down the road |
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Best notify my next of kin |
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This wheel shall explode |