| Operator, number please, it’s been so many years
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| Will she remember my old voice while I fight the tears
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| Hello, hello there, is this Martha, this is old Tom Frost
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| And I am calling long distance, don’t worry about the cost
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| Cause it’s been forty years or more, now Martha please recall
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| Meet me out for coffee, where we’ll talk about it all
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| And those were the days of roses, of poetry and prose
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| And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me
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| There was no tomorrows, we packed away our sorrows
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| And we saved them for a rainy day
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| And I feel so much older now, and you’re much older too
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| How’s your husband, and how’s your kids
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| You know that I got married too
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| Lucky that you found someone to make you feel secure
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| Cause we were all so young and foolish, now we are mature
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| And those were the days of roses, of poetry and prose
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| And Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me
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| There was no tomorrows, we packed away our sorrows
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| And we saved them for a rainy day
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| And I was always so impulsive, I guess that I still am
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| And all that really mattered then was that I was a man
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| I guess that our being together was never meant to be
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| But Martha, Martha, I love you, can’t you see
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| And those were the days of roses, of poetry and prose
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| And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me
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| There was no tomorrows, we packed away our sorrows
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| And we saved them for a rainy day
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| And I remember quiet evenings, trembling close to you |