| For the way the sun hits your legs at the truckstop bound Berlin
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| For the creeks that we bathed, Austrian days and I’m deep in
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| And time and time and time again, oh so far from the sands
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| For the way the sun hits your legs at the truckstop bound Berlin
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| For the creeks that we bathed, Austrian days and I’m deep in
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| And time and time and time again, oh so far from the sands
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| Caught us in the kitchen with the maps in our hands
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| Many regrets, mountains of «leth» wom out walking for a truth
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| Miles worth of trials, fistful of denials, it’s crookes, but it’s led me up to
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| you
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| And more miles than money, dear, more tears than sweat
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| Momens of satisfaction are all we ever get
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| Down and up and down we go and w’ell go that way again
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| Leaving for another friend, leaving for another end
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| I love you like a song, could play you all night long
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| And leave all those rats and snakes alone
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| Call it some good years, distill and swallow tears, 'cause in the end we’re
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| All just on our own
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| So everybody’s talking about who did what with when
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| Don’t you know it’s just the tide, only here to fool you, friend
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| You’re smart enough to know, but dumd enough to say
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| Oh, what will tomorrow bring?
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| It’s easy living for today
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| Many regrets, mountains of «leth» wom out walking for a truth
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| Miles worth of trials, fistful of denials, it’s crookes, but it’s led me up to
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| you |