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You promised that one day you'd be my wife
You said you wanted to be the rest of my life
But you put me on a train to Fit Central
I went off my Swede and you went up with yours
Well, look out girl, cause this is my itinerary
Remember me, remember my itinerary

Barge to Waregem, ordinary to Enschede
Hydrofoil to Malmö and the last bus to your heart

I gave you bread when you were out of bread
You gave me hell when I was playing dead
Why him though, him the harbinger of nothing
Upside down cakes, Brecht and Catcher In The Rye
I'll, catch your eye, if you should want to look for me
I want you at the end of my itinerary

Barge to Waregem, ordinary to Enschede
Hydrofoil to Malmö and the last bus to your heart

Barge to Waregem, ordinary to Enschede
Hydrofoil to Malmö and the last bus to your heart

I see you smiling in the morning mist
You're so exclusive, you don't exist
But you can't hide the fact
that we used to play naked twister.

I'll dig the hole to pay for your obituary
I send a wreath and then the rest of me

Barge to Waregem, ordinary to Enschede
Hydrofoil to Malmö and the last bus to your heart

Barge to Waregem, ordinary to Enschede
Hydrofoil to heaven and the last bus to your heart.
You promised that one day you'd be my wife   You said you wanted to be the rest of my life   But you put me on a train to Fit Central   I went off my Swede and you went up with yours   Well, look out girl, cause this is my itinerary   Remember me, remember my itinerary       Barge to Waregem, ordinary to Enschede   Hydrofoil to Malmö and the last bus to your heart       I gave you bread when you were out of bread   You gave me hell when I was playing dead   Why him though, him the harbinger of nothing   Upside down cakes, Brecht and Catcher In The Rye   I'll, catch your eye, if you should want to look for me   I want you at the end of my itinerary       Barge to Waregem, ordinary to Enschede   Hydrofoil to Malmö and the last bus to your heart       Barge to Waregem, ordinary to Enschede   Hydrofoil to Malmö and the last bus to your heart       I see you smiling in the morning mist   You're so exclusive, you don't exist   But you can't hide the fact   that we used to play naked twister.      I'll dig the hole to pay for your obituary   I send a wreath and then the rest of me       Barge to Waregem, ordinary to Enschede   Hydrofoil to Malmö and the last bus to your heart       Barge to Waregem, ordinary to Enschede   Hydrofoil to heaven and the last bus to your heart.