| I met this man
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| On the border of Spain
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| It was a sunny afternoon
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| I said «Can I talk to you? |
| «So I pulled my van to the side
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| He said «I like your smile»
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| I said «I like yours too»
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| But there was nothing going on
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| Just cutting the breeze
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| Nothing I need
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| Fighting to be free
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| With just enough time
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| To have a smoke or two
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| Hey, hmmm yes
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| He had no idea
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| Of the songs I sing
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| He had no clue
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| Of the weight I’d been wearing
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| Told stories of the wars he fought
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| His love affairs and how he got caught
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| He’s gonna build a house in Mexico now
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| Cause he’s finally learnt to let it all go
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| That’s why I’m here
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| Just cutting the breeze
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| Yes see I
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| Nothing we need
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| Fighting to be free
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| With just enough time
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| To have a smoke or two
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| Yeah
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| Or three or four or whatever fits you
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| Ooh ooh ooh yeah
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| Driving along in my van
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| No thoughts to figure out, no master plan
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| No stressing and no demand and I like it that way
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| I had to get away, I had to, I had to
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| Feel the breeze
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| I had to feel it
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| Fighting to be free
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| Yes I was
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| There was nothing that we need
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| Nothing that we need
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| Except a smoke or two
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| Or maybe a beer and a few
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| Cutting the breeze
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| Nothing that we need, nothing we need
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| Fighting to be free, yes we were
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| With just enough time, to have a smoke or two |