| If your memory serves you well
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| We’re going to meet again and wait
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| So I’m going to unpack all my things
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| And sit before it gets too late
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| No man alive will come to you
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| With another tale to tell
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| And you know we shall meet again
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| If your memory serves you well
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| Wheel’s on fire
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| Rolling down the road
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| Notify my next of kin
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| This wheel shall explode
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| If your memory serves you well
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| I was going to confiscate your lace
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| And wrap it up in a sailor’s knot
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| And hide it in your case
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| If I knew for sure that it was yours
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| And it was oh so hard to tell
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| And you know that we shall meet again
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| If your memory serves you well
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| Wheel’s on fire
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| Rolling down the road
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| Best notify my next of kin
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| This wheel shall explode
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| And after every plan had failed
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| And there was nothing more to tell
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| And you know we shall meet again
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| If your memory serves you well
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| Wheel’s on fire
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| Rolling down the road
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| Notify my next of kin
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| This wheel shall explode
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| If your memory serves you well, you’ll remember that you’re the one who called
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| on them to call on me to get you your favours done |