| Excuse me, could I use your pen
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| I have mislaid my own
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| Somewhere out here in space and time
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| Between this place and home
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| Maybe she lies on the subway platform
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| Forsaken and forlorn
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| All of this and more and that’s not all
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| I can’t recall
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| What was on my mind in Amsterdam
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| In 1984?
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| And what did I want from the pouring rain
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| Was it phonographic score?
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| And why was my head in the unmade bed
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| With a girl who’s name I lost?
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| I can’t unwrite the tune
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| Or discount the cost
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| I can’t recall
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| I met a bartender at 3 of Clubs
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| Which is somewhere in LA
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| I thought, maybe, he was a friend of mine
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| I almost knew his face
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| Reluctantly impressionist
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| No star to chart my course
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| Ships pass in the night and take on board
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| More than I recall
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| Excuse me, could I use your pen
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| I have mislaid my own
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| Somewhere out here in all this space and time
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| Between this place and home
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| Maybe she lies on the check out station
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| Forsaken and forlorn
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| I’ve half a mind to find myself
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| And half…
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| I can’t recall
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| Precise Coordinates
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| I can’t recall
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| Entire relationships
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| I can’t recall
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| The colour of her eyes
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| Or the feeling of her skin
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| Pressing against mine
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| I can’t recall |