| You can always get a decent cuppa coffee
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| Just a block from Piccadilly
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| Watchin' the bums, punks and straights
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| The world is on parade at Leo’s place
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| American girls looking for a ride
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| Tryin' to get across to the other side
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| He’d see them all through the serving hatch
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| They young the old, the yellow and black
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| I don’t recall your name, but I recall your face
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| Everyone looks the same, hanging around at Leo’s place
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| I don’t care where I travel to
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| One big circle leads me back to you
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| Those coffeehouse dreams that set me on the road
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| Always brings me back to Leo’s
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| Used to impress my best girls
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| Take’em down to Leo’s place
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| Because of them not me, I know
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| That’s how he remembers my face
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| So sad that things have changed
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| Junkies fill the place
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| But it don’t change the taste
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| The coffee’s still the best at Leo’s place
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| This world is not what it used to be
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| One time a man could hitchhike from A to Z
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| A country explodes, another boarder close
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| Sometimes I wish l’d never left Leo’s
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| So if you wanna see me again
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| I tell you where, you say when
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| I got this number, it may change
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| All you gotta remember is Leo’s place
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| I don’t recall your name, but I recall your face
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| Everyone looks the same, hanging around at Leo’s place
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| L’m coming home, I’ve been to America
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| Africa, Asia and Japan
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| I am what you call a travellin' man
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| L’ve seen the ladies in Africa, Tokyo, Soho
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| South of the border, Rio de Janeiro
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| But now the time has come
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| To go back where I started from … |