| not for the first time I looked back on all those years
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| not for the last time names will ring in my ears
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| When there was just a gang of us storming the town by train and bus
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| a moment of thought this heart sends to old friends
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| ii.
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| not for the first time i look back on my first love
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| unable to speak or think or move, hand in glove
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| But what of it now and where is he… he who once meant so much to me because we are not I cant pretend 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 behind you
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| don’t we always… time won’t make amends to old friends
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| iii.
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| standing here with my arm around you, life’s moved on and all its borderlines 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
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| o old friend… old…friends…o…yeah mmm… o year… o old friends |