| On the strength of early judgement
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| She was labelled in my mind
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| As the kind of girl I would easily forget
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| A man who’s always moving couldn’t really be expected
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| To remember every girl he’s ever met
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| There were many new directions and so many roads to go
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| And it really looked so easy to forget
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| With a mind upon tomorrow and a care for nothing more
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| I rode off into the Paraguayan sunset
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| In the course of early findings of a young man on the road
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| Every girl would be a reason I should stay
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| But romantic young illusions slowed me down along the road
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| So they faded with the passing of each day
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| There were many new tomorrows and so many ways to go
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| And I thought it would be easy to forget
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| But on wings of early morning and a hundred nights before
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| I’ve come to know the meaning of regret
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| On the wings of early morning
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| And the first plane out of here
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| With nothing but a suitcase and a prayer
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| Just the distant destination coming closer all the time
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| And a hope to God I find she’ll still be there
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| There were many new beginnings and I gave them all a go |
| But it wasn’t quite so easy to forget
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| On the wings of early morning and a hundred nights before
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| I’ve come to know the meaning of regret |