| I’ve been gone such a long time
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| Perhaps I left at the wrong time
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| All the things I remember to clearly remember
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| Don’t seem the same
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| All the people who are stopping by
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| Just to claim my long lost friendship
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| The people smiling from the open doors
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| Where I knocked before in vain
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| Yes I remember the first times
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| I used to think were the worst times
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| But at least it was easier then to accept all the things I could see
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| And now it seems as though a whole lot of people are changing their opinions of
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| me
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| Well let their parties roll on till the sun comes up
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| Till the moon comes tumbling round
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| I remember the ones who stuck by me
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| And the ones who pushed me down
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| So with a bottle or two of brandy
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| And some friends of mine along
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| I’ll be out the back of Jeanie’s
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| Singing all our favourite songs
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| Yes they all seem to know me now
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| They’re all trying to show me how
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| They’re willing to give me the kind of attention
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| That’s worthy of me
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| But I remember the long hard years
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| When there was nobody here I could turn to
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| And all the best Champagne in the world |
| Ain’t gonna dim my memory |