| A small group of boys walks down the street
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| Throwing a ball in the air
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| One says to another
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| Hey I’ll always be your brother
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| I’ll always be your friend
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| Do you remember
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| When we thought we were immortal
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| And the games we played always had a happy end
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| But in the game of life all the roses wither
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| And time writes its lines upon your face
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| Summer’s here and three young men
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| Drive through the town in the night air
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| When fall comes they’ll part again
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| One turns to another and he says
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| It’s three A.M. |
| and he’s been feeling lonely
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| Work’s been hard and the city’s hard too
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| He picks up the phone and halfway across the country
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| A brother listens to his blues he says
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| Lift your voices loud and clearly
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| Sing for brotherhood right now
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| Lift your voices loud and clearly
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| Sing for sisterhood right now
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| Sometimes I wish
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| That we all were immortal
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| And the game of life always had a happy end
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| But I know it’s not true oh time keeps passing
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| But I’m just glad to spend my time
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| With you
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| Lift your voices loud and clearly
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| Sing for brotherhood right now
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| Lift your voices loud and clearly
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| Sing for sisterhood right now |