| In the 60s and the 70s
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| Before we’d even met
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| I took those pin-ups to my heart
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| Cause I hadn’t found you yet
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| In back of cab in the streets of Rome
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| I drunkly called a name
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| On 13th floor in Paris hotel
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| I looked north west in vain
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| In bus shelter and phone box
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| Whilst piss the piss ran round my feet
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| I caught wrong bus, rang wrong number
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| Cause my life was incomplete
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| So in case you think it wrong to ask
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| In case I don’t ask you
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| In case it may just cross your mind
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| In case it don’t, I do
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| In case you think it’s up to me
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| In case I need a clue
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| In case you want that bended knee
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| In case you don’t, I do
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| In pick-up truck on dusty road
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| The wheel your only friend
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| What kept that big wheel turning
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| Was the thought of you at end
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| On desert highway hitch-hiking
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| Thumbing from A to B
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| I knew not where I headed
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| Before my map to thee
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| At foot of the Alps in Switzerland
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| I yodelled through the rain
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| And it sort of kept me going
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| To think you’d probably do the same
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| So in case you think it wrong to ask
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| In case I don’t ask you
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| In case it may just cross your mind
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| In case it don’t, I do
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| In case you think it’s up to me
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| In case I need a clue
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| In case you want that bended knee
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| In case you don’t, I do
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| Now again we’re miles apart
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| We talk but do not touch
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| Water, food and alcohol
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| I miss them half as much
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| Cause halfway up that mountain pass
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| No compass or no guide
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| Still don’t stand me steady for
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| When you I’m not beside
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| So if you need a shelter
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| I guess I’ll need one too
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| If you want the same address
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| Even if you don’t, I do
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| Even if you don’t, I do
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| Even if you don’t, I do
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| Even if you don’t, I do
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| Even if you don’t, I do
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| Even if you don’t, I do
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| I do, I do
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| Even if you don’t, I do
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| I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do |