People come and go and forget to close the door
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And they leave their stains and cigarette butts trampled on the floor
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And when they do, remember me, remember me.
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Some of them are old, some of them are new
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Some of them will turn up when you least expect them to
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And when they do, remember me, remember me.
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Lucy you're my girl, Lucy you're a star
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Lucy please be still and put your madness in a jar
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But do beware, it will follow you, it will follow you.
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Some of them are old but it would help if you could smile
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To earn a crooked sixpence you'll walk many crooked miles
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And as you do, remember me, remember me.
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Some Of Them Are Old
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| Brian Eno |
