| To find a friend
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| Is not as easy to pour a drink
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| But even harder is
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| To separate the good from those that stink
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| To realize this you spent years
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| A little scared, sometimes with tears
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| You will find out you’re still the same
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| And all those left, the ones to blame
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| Old loves die hard
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| And I can’t help it
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| But it’s tearing me apart
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| So what is left for you
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| Is just to heal the scars of hate
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| It seems a waste to try
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| To teach an old dog newer tricks
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| If love appears to be a crime
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| If hate is hip, to cheat is fine
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| Just let me know, 'cos I’ll take off
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| I hate to hate, I want to love
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| Old loves die hard
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| And I can’t help it
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| But it’s tearing me apart
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| Old loves die hard
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| They’re far from good
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| And they are only good from far
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| You create a mediocre heart-attack
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| To find the clue for right and wrong
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| A single word sometimes has more effect
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| To state a point of view
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| That could make your weakness strong
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| Old loves die hard
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| And I can’t help it
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| But it’s tearing me apart
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| Old loves die hard
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| They’re far from good
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| And they are only good from far
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| Don’t hide your heart
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| New love will start |