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