| Best friends day, well, it came and went
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| And not without incident
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| On the hill they’re all moving in
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| But I don’t care much
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| I’m dodging branches from Maple trees
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| They’ve stolen heavy and steady sleep
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| They seized every city street
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| With tuition bought full dirt
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| And I sat at the river with Ronnie
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| Watching the Cormorants
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| And the Osprey diving for their prey
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| He asked about old friends
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| I said, I ain’t seen none of them
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| He’s said, they’re all transient, man
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| And their footprints they washed away
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| Still I walk this town
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| Hoping to get lost some how
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| It seems by now though I’ve smoothed a path in every side walk
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| It’s all painted black and gold
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| Black tar where once stood homes
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| Gold in the hand of each student based franchise
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| And I sat at the river with Ronnie
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| Watching the Cormorants
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| And the Osprey diving for their prey
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| He asked about old friends
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| I said, I ain’t seen none of them
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| He said, how’d you get here, man?
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| And why’d you stay?
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| Come on brother, let’s make a list
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| Of all those gone that we still miss
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| Let’s make a list of what they believed
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| And we still do
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| Like living first and working last
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| And beating the day before it’s past
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| Like what’s mine is yours, man
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| And what’s yours is mine
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| I think I’ll stay here getting older
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| And angrier
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| And getting louder with each passing day
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| And think about old friends
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| And all that I have learned from them
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| They may have moved on, man
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| But we’ll all be gone someday |