| When you sit and wonder why things have gone so wrong and you wish someone
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| would tell us where our friend has gone
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| Look then in the hills when there’s courage in the wind and in the face of
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| freedom and those who look to him
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| And search within the heart of ev’ry young man with a song then I think we’ll
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| know where our friend has gone
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| Summer takes the winter as the good years take the pain. |
| There’ll be laughter
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| in the land again but hearts won’t be the same
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| And I know I’ll remember when a chill wind takes the sky and speak of the years
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| he gave us hope for they will never die
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| And as we gaze at brave young men when yesterdays grow long, then I think we’ll
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| know where our friend has gone
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| When you sit and wonder why things have gone so wrong. |
| It’s then that we’ll
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| remember where our friend has gone |