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When i call you will you tell me what to do
Cos i've reached a point where i depend on you
To supply me and rewind me every time that i go down
On the ground i see a face
It reminds me of a place i used to go
With you when i was a boy of seventeen
At least i think it was, if not somewhere between
That amount of fun i've not got
A lot of time to spare
Everywhere there's people staring
They think i am wearing funny clothes
Who knows, where i can go
For a meal there's a real restaurant in town
Who knows, where i can go
For a meal there's a real restaurant in town
I can see you looking through your little hole
In a wall just twice the thickness of the sole
On my shoe, i'm telling you you'd better all that i said
And be ready to go away
Anytime today
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