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If your mem'ry 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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But you know that we shall meet again |
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If your mem'ry 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 mem'ry 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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But you knew that we would meet again, |
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If your mem'ry 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 mem'ry 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 ev'ry plan had failed |
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And there was nothing more to tell, |
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You knew that we would meet again, |
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If your mem'ry 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 |
