| Absent friends, here’s to them
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| And happy days, we thought that they would never end
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| Here’s to absent friends
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| Little Jean Seberg seemed
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| So full of life, but in those eyes such troubled dreams
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| Poor little Jean
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| Woodbine Willie couldn’t rest until he’d
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| Given every bloke a final smoke before the killing
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| Old Woodbine Willie
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| Steve McQueen jumped the first one clean
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| But the great escape he’d tried to make was not to be
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| Maybe next time Steve
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| Laika flew through inky blue
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| 'Til Laika neared the atmosphere and Laika knew
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| Laika’s life was through
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| Oscar Wilde was a lonely child
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| He fought and won acceptance from the world
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| They smiled, they laughed, they praised
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| They drove poor Oscar to his grave
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| Absent friends, here’s to them
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| And happy days, we thought that they would never end
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| But they always end
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| Raise your glasses then to absent friends |