| Old friends, old friends can you picture me now
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| As I am walking Laugavegur
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| In Reykjavik town
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| Can you hear the ocean and the city drown
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| And each other around
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| Old friends, old friends
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| Is it too far away
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| And is it far too much to ask
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| That our friendships won’t change
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| Can you hear the voices of the kids we were
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| Before we flew out
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| We’re gonna need each other someday again
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| I’m gonna need my brother and my old friends
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| We’re gonna need each other someday again
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| I won’t forget my love for my, my, my
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| Old friend, old friends
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| Old winds, cold winds
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| Lift these words to the sky
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| And carry them to my own country
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| Overseas of time
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| Bring me back the voices of the good old friends
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| I grew up around
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| We’re gonna need each other someday again
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| I’m gonna need my brother and my old friends
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| We’re gonna need each other someday again
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| I won’t forget my love for my, my, my
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| Old friend, old friends
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| We’re gonna need each other someday again
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| I’m gonna need my brother and my old friends
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| We’re gonna need each other someday again
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| I won’t forget my love for my, my, my
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| Old friend, old friends
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| We’re gonna need each other
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| I won’t forget
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| We’re gonna need each other someday again
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| I won’t forget
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| I won’t forget my
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| Old friend, old friends |