If your mem'ry serves you well,
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We were goin' to meet again and wait,
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So I'm goin' 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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But you know that we shall meet again
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If your mem'ry serves you well.
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This 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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If your mem'ry serves you well,
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I was goin' 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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But it was oh so hard to tell.
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But you knew that we would meet again,
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If your mem'ry serves you well.
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This 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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If your mem'ry 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 you your favors done.
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And after ev'ry plan had failed
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And there was nothing more to tell,
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You knew that we would meet again,
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If your mem'ry served you well.
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This 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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This Wheel's On Fire
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| Siouxsie and the Banshees |
