| This wheel’s on fire
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| This wheel’s on fire
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| This wheel’s on fire
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| If your memory serves you well
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| We’re gonna meet again and wait
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| So I’m gonna pack all my things
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| And sit there for it gets to 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 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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| Rollin down the road
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| Let’s 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 gonna confiscate your lace
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| And wrap it up in a sailors 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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| But it was 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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| This wheel’s on fire
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| This wheel’s on fire
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| This wheel’s on fire
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| If your memory serves you well
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| You’ll remember you’re the one
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| That called on me to call on them
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| To get your favours done
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| And after every plan had failed
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| And there was nothin' more to tell
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| You knew that we should meet again
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| If your memory serves you well
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| This wheel’s on fire
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| This wheel’s on fire
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| This wheel’s on fire |