| Letters from Europe
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| All our pals far away
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| Who pack, pack it all up Left the USA
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| One with a paintbrush
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| One with a musical instrument
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| One with masks and juggling balls
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| We cried when they went
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| We said we know it’s weird here
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| We said we know it’s weird here
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| We said we know it’s weird here
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| We said we know it’s weird here, but it weird there, too
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| We’re gonna miss ya Postcards from the coffee shops
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| The station in Amsterdam
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| The hotel in Lyons
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| London, riding on a tram
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| Adventures in transportation
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| Affairs of the heart
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| Also ah your lucky friends
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| All the other parts
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| We said we know it’s weird here
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| We said we know it’s weird here
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| We said we know it’s weird here
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| We said we know it’s weird here, but it weird there, too
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| We’re gonna miss ya Ah my children sing their own songs
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| I still, I still do too
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| I’m gonna send some on a cassette
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| On an airplane to you
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| I hope ya get a lot of work
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| I know travellin suits you
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| Oh and if ya miss the USA
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| Well sometimes I do too.
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| We said we know it’s weird here
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| We said we know it’s weird here
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| We said we know that it weird here
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| We said we know it’s weird here, but it weird there, too
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| Ah we’re gonna miss ya |