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Not for the first time I look back |
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on all those years |
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Not for the last time names will ring |
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in my ear |
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When there was just a gang of us |
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Storming the town by train and bus |
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A moment of thought this heart sends |
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to old friends |
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Not for the first time I look back |
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on my first love |
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Unable to speak or think or move |
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hand in glove |
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But what of it now and where is he |
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He who once meant so much to me |
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Because we are not, I can't pretend |
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now old friends |
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I was told love should hold old friends |
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I was told love should hold old friends |
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But when you leave you will close the door |
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behind you |
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Don't we always |
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And time won't make amends |
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to old friends |
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Standing here with my arm around you |
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life's moved on |
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And all its borderlines |
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are being redrawn |
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The winter has come the roads are white |
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Everyone's home late tonight |
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May we stay or will it depend |
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as old friends |
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In the end still old friends |
