| You’re putting on your brave face, packing up your bag
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| Plucking up the courage you didn’t know you had
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| The Demons and the doubters are fighting in your head
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| But they’ll go quiet when you knock 'em dead
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| So long my old friend
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| Hope we get to laugh again
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| So long my old friend
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| Show them what you’re made of
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| So go and follow your way and I will follow mine
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| Take it to the limit but don’t ever cross the line
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| And write me when you get there, don’t forget the kid
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| Though I would never blame you if you did
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| So long my old friend
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| Hope we get to laugh again
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| So long my old friend
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| Show them what you’re made of
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| You’re gonna get there, make no mistake
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| And I’d be so proud if you would take
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| A little piece of me wherever you may go
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| Let’s not get sentimental, all broken up and sad
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| We both know we’re not much good at that
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| So long my old friend
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| Hope we get to laugh again
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| So long my old friend
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| Go on, show them what you’re made of
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| Show them what you’re made of |