| Friends are warmer than gold when you’re old
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| And keeping them is harder than you might suppose
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| Lately, I tend to make strangers wherever I go
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| Some of them were once people I was happy to know
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| Mounting mileage on the dash
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| Double darkness falling fast
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| I keep stressing, pressing on
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| Way deep down at some substratum
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| Feels like something really wrong has happened
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| And I confess I’m barely hanging on
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| All my happiness is gone
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| All my happiness is gone
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| It’s all gone somewhere beyond
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| All my happiness is gone
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| Ten thousand afternoons ago
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| All my happiness just overflowed
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| That was life at first and goal to go
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| Me and you and us and them
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| And all those people way back when
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| All our hardships were just yardsticks then, you know
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| You know
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| It’s not the purple hills
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| It’s not the silver lakes
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| It’s not the snowcloud shadowed interstates
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| It’s not the icy bike chain rain of Portland, Oregon
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| Where nothing’s wrong and no one’s asking
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| But the fear’s so strong it leaves you gasping
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| No way to last out here like this for long
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| 'Cause everywhere I go, I know
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| Everywhere I go, I know
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| All my happiness is gone
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| All my happiness is gone
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| It’s all gone somewhere beyond
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| All my happiness is gone |