All right you saw me in the International Times
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You've got my picture in your book
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You tell your friends not to call at weekend,
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And now you wear that far-off look
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All right you stole your mother's best sheets
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And put them on my bed
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And you remember all the words that I say
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And now you keep them in your head
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But you don't even know me
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You don't even know me
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You don't even know me at all
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All right I told you that I'm leaving London
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The Summer seems so long
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I've got no money to pay the rent
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I've got no place to take my songs
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And then you tell me I should keep on trying
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You hand me an envelope
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With all the money that you'd saved up
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You couldn't stand to see me go
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But you don't even know me
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You don't even know me
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You don't even know me at all
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All right I took you to the Hendrix concert
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On the seventh day of May
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And through the Summer of 1967
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We were part of the seeds of change
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And now you say that we can really make it
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We've got nowhere to fall
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And though the signs are hung in the rainy distance
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You don't see them at all
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But you don't even know me
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You don't even know me
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You don't even know me at all
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But you don't even know me
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You don't even know me
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You don't even knew me at all
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You don't know me at all
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You don't know me at all
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All right I think that we should stay together
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For a while
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You Don't Even Know Me
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| Al Stewart |
