| I know the road where we used to meet
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| We made it ours in the afternoon
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| And that hole in the wall with my favourite records
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| And I know the place with the pretty dresses
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| It’s a long way to go
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| It’s a long way to go
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| It’s a long way to go
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| But all I have is time
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| I know the place where we left off
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| I was waiting there, reading white buildings
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| And catching my breath in the early morn
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| I remember the red carpet and the group of seven
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| It’s a long way to go
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| It’s a long way to go
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| It’s a long way to go
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| But all I have is time
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| It’s a long way to go
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| It’s a long way to go
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| It’s a long way to go
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| But all I have is time |