| I heard ya doing well
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| Selling art and everything
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| I like ya stuff, good for you
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| I’ll buy a piece or maybe two
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| Do you ever think of me?
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| D’ya remember all our stupid dreams?
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| Rainbows and pots of gold
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| So much to prove before we got old
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| I took ya places round the world
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| I miss ya face sometimes ya know
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| You took my picture a thousand times
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| I’ll buy them back, I don’t mind
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| I lost my way but found my track
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| I’m sorry if I never listened back
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| I’ve been round, I’ve been up and down
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| And you missed the one we dressed like clowns
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| And how’s ya car? |
| How’s ya life?
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| Oh, how’s my friend? |
| when’s she gonna be your wife?
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| I’m sitting up writing down
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| Things I sometimes dream about
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| I knew ya number off by heart
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| That’s the only one I liked to talk
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| It wasn’t me using you
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| I trusted you one of the few
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| And we had some laughs, had some rows
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| But in the end the walls came down
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| You’d like the place I’m living now
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| It’s a shame you can’t come around
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| And I’ve grown a lot since we last spoke
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| Got myself together, fixed what was broke
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| I wonder if we’ll talk again
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| Drink together, just like then
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| I suppose it’s different, now it’s new
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| Whoever points the finger at who
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| I really hope ya happy both of you
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| And maybe sometimes you miss me too |