| Picked up the paper this morning
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| Could not believe what I saw
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| A friend of mine was killed
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| Runnin' from the law
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| I could still see the face of my old friend
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| In the picture that stared back at me
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| And through the tears I went back through the years to remember
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| The times that we were
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| Playin' pirates in the school yard, singin'
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| Soldiers in the fields
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| We were dreamin'
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| Brothers in blood 'til the very end
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| We were best of friends
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| Best of friends
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| Always hang together, forever
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| Thought we’d always be that way
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| But in time you grow up
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| And you slip away
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| It was thirteen years since I’d seen him
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| This man that I no longer knew
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| His mother, god bless her
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| Asked me if I’d say a word or two
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| Lookin' out in a room full of strangers
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| I didn’t know quite what to say
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| All I could tell was of two old friends
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| And some long gone summer days of
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| Playin' pirates in the school yard, singin'
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| Soldiers in the fields
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| We were dreamin'
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| Brothers in blood 'til the very end
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| Friends like him don’t come very often
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| You never treasure them while there’s time
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| And if they slip away
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| You gotta somehow say
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| You’re still on my mind
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| So your memory’s all I have left now
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| These words are all I can give
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| And from time to time I turn back in my mind
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| To the place where you’ll always live
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| Playin' pirates in the school-yard, singin'
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| Soldiers in the fields
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| We were dreamin'
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| Brothers in blood 'til the very end |