| Still got pictures of friends on the wall
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| Suppose we aren’t really friends anymore
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| Maybe I shouldn’t ever have called
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| That thing friendly at all
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| Get freaked out from a knock at the door
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| When I haven’t been expectin' one
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| Didn’t that used to be part of the fun
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| Once upon a time?
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| We’ll be there, at the back of the bar
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| In a booth like we usually were
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| Every time there was a rocket launch or some big event
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| What a death! |
| I died writin' that song
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| Start to finish, with you lookin' on
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| It stays between us, Steinway and his sons
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| Because it’s the ultracheese
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| Perhaps it’s time that you went for a walk
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| And dress like a fictional character
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| From a place they called America
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| In the golden age
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| Trust the politics to come along
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| When you were just tryin' to orbit the sun
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| When you were just about to be kind to someone
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| Because you had the chance
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| I’ve still got pictures of friends on the wall
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| I might look as if I’m deep in thought
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| But the truth is I’m probably not
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| If I ever was
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| Oh, the dawn won’t stop weighin' a tonne
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| I’ve done some things that I shouldn’t have done
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| But I haven’t stopped lovin' you once, ooh, oooh |