| Another year and I’m still here
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| The grass just will not grow on this old hill
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| But I just can’t let it go
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| I don’t believe it’s cause I’m cold
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| Or partial to the crazy life I’m caught in
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| But sometimes I feel the hand of time
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| Moving like its body was broken
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| It’s then I miss your sighs
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| And the tender words you’ve spoken
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| Hey, that’s ok
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| Come on around, get yourself together
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| Come on around, hold an old friend’s hand
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| Babe, I promise not to throw you
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| And you don’t have to stay
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| I just want to hold you
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| Won’t you come on around and
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| Hold an old friend’s hand
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| Another year is dead and gone
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| The sun don’t want to shine on this old hill
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| Or anything that’s mine
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| I don’t believe it hurts to grow
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| Even when the crop you sew is failure
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| Sometimes I wish I had no pride
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| I’d go off and sell my soul
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| But how do you say good bye
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| To the only truth you’ve known
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| Hey, that’s ok
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| Come on around, get yourself together
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| Come on around, hold an old friend’s hand |