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(Come here) (or possibly something in Spanish) |
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(Hey) |
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When I get there I'll be ready |
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With a map and a pen - duty is a creed |
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There are lessons for the lonely |
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When I'm drunk in a room |
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That's when I think of you |
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Oh my baby - She went AWOL |
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Drove to a shop, never to return |
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And it broke me, like a flower baked in the sun |
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A hot Spanish sun |
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But I can't slow down |
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No I can't slow down |
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No I can't |
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What a story, not a volume |
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Just a tacky little ode in the corner of my mind |
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Maybe Preston in the winter |
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Drinking in the night - the cold English night |
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But I can't slow down |
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No I can't slow down |
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No I can't slow down |
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No I can't |
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So find out who you are |
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Take a train, use a car |
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You've got arms and you've got money |
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So find a finger and find out who you are |
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God, find out who you are |
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And there's a figure, he's so evil |
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With a black little eye and a pure white mind |
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And I'm so sorry when I see this |
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There's a lesson in the blood |
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The cold English blood |
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But I can't slow down |
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No I can't slow down X 6 |
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Slow down |
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No I can't slow down X 6 |
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Slow down |
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....etc... |
