| 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! |