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Sad are the days of life |
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When old friends become just that |
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When distance eats away the closeness |
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But never will the day come when I couldn't call out your name |
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And you'd run and heal the pain |
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We talk nostalgia |
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Bring up the past |
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Each time we meet with awkward laughter |
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We're too young to have old friends |
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We're too young to have old friends |
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Sad are the days of life |
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When old friends become old friends |
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We're not old and it's not too late |
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To trust the good times |
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Believe in fate |
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Reach out and hold a knowing hand |
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We're too young to have old friends |
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We're too young to have old friends |
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So never again will I allow you, my friend |
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To slip away into the darkness again |
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We're too young to have old friends |
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We're too young to have old friends |
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And never will the day will the day come when I couldn't call out |
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Your |
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Name |
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And you'd run and heal the pain |
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So let's trust the good times |
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Believe in fate |
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Reach out and hold a knowing hand |
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We're too young to have old friends |
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We're too young to have old friends |
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So never again will I allow you, my friend |
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To slip away into the darkness again |
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We're too young to have old friends |
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We're too young to have old friends |
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We're too young |
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To have old friends |
