It's been so long since I slept
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The good book at bedtime no longer suffices
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The bottle of whiskey just one of my vices
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It might help me to sleep
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There you are with your golden brown skin
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The sparkling pacifico catching your chin
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The salt on your marguerita will stick to your lips
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Lips that I'd die for a fleeting stolen kiss
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My mind wanders to you and things that we might do
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But you're just another illusion
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My mind wanders to you
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You couldn't live with someone in dreamland
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Toothpaste from Harrods when the corner shop will do
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A friend giving a lift becomes a chauffeur for two
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The grandest illusions to hang on to
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There you are with your golden brown skin
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The sparkling pacifico catching your chin
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The salt on your marguerita will stick to your lips
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Lips that I'd die for a fleeting stolen kiss
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My mind wanders to you and things that we might do
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But you're just another illusion
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My mind wanders to you
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Wanders to you and the things that we might do
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But you're just another illusion
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My mind wanders to you
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(Come with me)
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(Wander with me)
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There you are with your London grey skin
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The light from the streetlamp corrupting your chin
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The cream from a guinness lingers on your lips
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Lips that would beg for a meaningful kiss
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My mind wanders to you and all that we might do
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But you're just another illusion
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My mind wanders to you
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Wanders to you and all that we might do
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But you're just another illusion
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My mind wanders to you
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Wanders to you
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Wanders to you
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WANDERS TO YOU
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| Howard Jones |
