| It’s Autumn here, going on November
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| I view the leaves in all their splendour
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| Is it déjà vu, I just can’t remember
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| I stop a while and take in the scene
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| I stop a while and ask a stranger
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| Is this the place that was once called Memory Lane
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| I don’t know where I am or what I’m after
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| I’m stuck here again back on Memory Lane
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| Now the leaves are falling and it’s coming on to Winter
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| Nights keep getting shorter and shorter every day
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| One sign up ahead says 'DANGER'
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| Another one says 'STOP'
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| One says 'YIELD THIS WAY'
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| And it swerves and moves around the corners
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| And there’s flashing lights up ahead 'round the bend
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| The road curves and twists and turns
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| And twists and turns and wanders
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| 'Til you get, 'til you get to the very end
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| Now I’m back here again with more questions than answers
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| And I’m standing in the pouring rain
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| There’s something moving, moving in the shadows
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| And it’s getting dark now, up on Memory Lane
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| I stop a while and ask some strangers
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| Is this the place that was once called Memory Lane
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| I don’t know where I am, don’t know what I’m after
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| I’m stuck here back on Memory Lane
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| I stop a while and ask some strangers
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| Is this the place that was once called Memory Lane
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| Don’t know where I am right now or what I’m after
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| I’m stuck here up, just up on Memory Lane
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| I’m stuck here up, back on Memory Lane
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| I’m stuck here back up on Memory Lane
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| I’m stuck here back, back up on Memory Lane |