| Dear friend, its been a long, long while
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| Ive been meaning to write you
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| But it was never my style
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| But what is these days now Im a family man.
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| Do you blow sincere kisses to mistresses
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| Secrets in afternoons?
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| Do you wear your disguises, feign the surprises,
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| At the questions she asks when she dares to accuse?
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| Does your past lie under a dustsheet,
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| In the corner of a musty garage?
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| Thats where I keep mine, now Im a family man.
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| Are your horses still running when
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| The bookies shop close?
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| Is the band still together, did you ever
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| Get on the road?
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| We chased the same women, we drank
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| The same beer.
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| We came as a pair when we ran around here
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| How are you these days, now youre a family man?
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| Buy a drink for the boy in my place
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| At the end of the bar
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| Give my regards to nina, slam a tequila,
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| Ill write you at christmas or Ill send you a card,
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| And if you pass by youre welcome to drop in And see me cos its unlikely
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| Ill be round your way, cos Im happy to be,
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| Where I am, living life as a family man
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| Do you still have your leathers,
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| Or did you give them away?
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| Do you still dream of joni and sidewalk cafes?
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| Is your norton still running, is the old man still alive?
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| Do you still get to dalkeith, is your rent still as high?
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| But I suppose youve a mortgage, now youre a family man.
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| Dear friend, its been a long, long while
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| Ive been meaning to write you,
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| But it was never my style.
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| But what is these days, now Im a family man. |