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Friends I could count on, |
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I could count on one hand, |
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With a leftover finger or two. |
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I took 'em for granted, |
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Let 'em all slip away. |
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Now where they are, I wish I knew. |
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They roll by just like water, |
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And I guess we never learn. |
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Go through life parched and empty, |
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Standin' knee deep in a river and dyin' of thirst. |
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Sometimes I remember. |
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Sweethearts I've known. |
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Some I've forgotten, I suppose. |
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One or two still linger, |
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Oh, and I wonder now, |
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Why I ever let them go. |
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They roll by just like water, |
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And I guess we never learn. |
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Go through life parched and empty, |
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Standin' knee deep in a river and dyin' of thirst. |
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So the sidewalk is crowded: |
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The city goes by. |
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And I rush through another day, |
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And a world full of strangers, |
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Turn their eyes to me, |
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But I just look the other way |
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They roll by just like water, |
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And I guess we never learn. |
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Go through life parched and empty, |
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Standin' knee deep in a river and dyin' of thirst. |
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They roll by just like water, |
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And I guess we never learn. |
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Go through life parched and empty, |
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Standin' knee deep in a river and dyin' of thirst. |
