I take off my glasses and I pull on my shirt
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I call up my friends on my long ,long list
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I said I've got a reason just to get to the coast
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I'll stand on the streets where all the books were wrote
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I remember words
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That ran around my head
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And made no sense at all
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And rained right off my tongue
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Like mother, love and Ronnie Spector
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I'm in an old Humber
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That takes a long, long road
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And remembering the smell
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Of summer on the parcel shelf
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And opening up the quarter light
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And holding out a scythe
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That levels out the landscape
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As a car, car travels
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I remember words
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That ran around my head
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and made no sense at all
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And rained right off my tongue
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Like mother, love and Ronnie Spector
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If these things don't get me
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Then walking in the rain will.
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Ronnie Spector
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| Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross |
