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Excuse me, could I use your pen |
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I have mislaid my own |
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Somewhere out here in space and time |
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Between this place and home |
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Maybe she lies on the subway platform |
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Forsaken and forlorn |
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All of this and more and that's not all |
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I can't recall |
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What was on my mind in Amsterdam |
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In 1984? |
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And what did I want from the pouring rain |
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Was it phonographic score? |
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And why was my head in the unmade bed |
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With a girl who's name I lost? |
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I can't unwrite the tune |
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Or discount the cost |
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I can't recall |
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I met a bartender at 3 of Clubs |
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Which is somewhere in LA |
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I thought, maybe, he was a friend of mine |
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I almost knew his face |
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Reluctantly impressionist |
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No star to chart my course |
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Ships pass in the night and take on board |
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More than I recall |
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Excuse me, could I use your pen |
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I have mislaid my own |
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Somewhere out here in all this space and time |
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Between this place and home |
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Maybe she lies on the check out station |
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Forsaken and forlorn |
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I've half a mind to find myself |
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And half... |
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I can't recall |
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Precise Coordinates |
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I can't recall |
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Entire relationships |
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I can't recall |
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The colour of her eyes |
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Or the feeling of her skin |
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Pressing against mine |
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I can't recall |
