| Love is rare, life is strange
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| Nothing lasts, people change
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| Every time I lost another lover
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| I call up my old friend
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| And I say let’s get together
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| I’m under the weather
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| Another love has come to an end
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| And she listens as I tell her my sad story
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| And wonders at my taste in friends
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| And we ponder why I do it
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| And the pain of getting through it
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| And she laughs and says, «You'll do it again»
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| But we sit in a bar and talk till two
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| 'Bout life and love as old friends do
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| And tell each other what we’ve been through
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| Our love is rare, life is strange
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| Nothing lasts, people change
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| And I ask her if her life is ever lonely
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| And if she ever feels despair
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| And she says she’s learn to love it
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| 'Cause that’s really all part of it
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| And it helps her feel the good time when they’re there
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| Yes, we sit in a bar and talk till two
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| About life and love as old friends do
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| And tell each other what we’ve been through
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| Our love is rare, life is strange
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| Nothing lasts, people change
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| And we wander if I live with any lovers
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| Or spent my life alone
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| And the bartender is dozing
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| And it’s getting time for closing
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| So we figured that I’ll go out on my own
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| But we’ll meet the year was '62
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| And travel the world as old friends do
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| And tell each other what we’ve been through
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| Our love is rare, life is strange
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| Nothing lasts, people change
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| Love is rare, life is strange
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| Nothing lasts, people change
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| Old friend |