| I met a friend the other day
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| a mate from the olden times
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| before the shadow of age had dimmed
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| our shimmer of youth will shine
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| he looked at me and I looked at him
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| and we thought what the years can do
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| the miles in between have been long and hard
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| for both of that was true
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| I remember him now as I knew him then
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| it’s funny how fancy strains
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| and I thought of the girls and the cups he’d won
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| back in his dancing days
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| he remembered me as he knew me best
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| in places where bright lights shine
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| where hearts were light and the parties were bright
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| and the key to them both was wine
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| Instrumental
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| Then both of us looked out across the road
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| as we did in the olden days
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| and we said to each other for old times sake
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| to heck what the doctor says
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| we dressed at the bar as we used to do
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| drank brandy and beer at will
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| and we chatted the bar maids and blokes all around
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| and joined in the evening swill
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| we looked at each other, then at the drinks
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| and then with a ruefull smile
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| we drank to the good old days that were
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| and the hell with the last long mile
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| we parted outside the old swinging doors
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| of the place that was once our shrine
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| then he shuffled away on his walking stick
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| and I hobbled away on mine |