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Why hello, say can I buy you another glass of beer? |
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Well thanks a lot, that's kind of you, |
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It's nice to know you care |
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These days there's so much going on |
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No one seems to wanna know |
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I may be just an old soldier to some |
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But I know how it feels to grow old |
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Yea that's right |
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You can see me here most every night |
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You'll always see me staring |
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At the walls and at the lights |
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Funny I remember oh it's years ago I'd say |
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I'd stand at that bar |
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With my friends who've passed away |
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And drink three times the beer that I can drink today |
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Yes I know how it feels to grow old |
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I know what they're saying son |
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There goes old mad Joe again |
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Well, I maybe mad at that, I've seen enough |
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To make a man go out his brains |
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Well do they know what it's like |
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To have a graveyard as a friend |
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'Cos that's where they are boy, all of them |
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Don't seem likely I'll get friends like that again. |
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Well it's time I moved off, |
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But it's been great just listening to you |
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And I might even see yer next time I'm passing through |
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You're right there's so much going on |
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No-one seems to wanna know |
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So keep well, keep well old friend |
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And have another drink on me |
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Just ignore all the others, you've got your memories. |
