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Isn't it strange meeting you here |
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Two old friends |
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Just sitting down quietly drinking a beer |
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But knowing your past the way that I do |
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After all this time I'm surprised |
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You'd even come to this rendezvous |
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They say you went and moved across the border |
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So it's hard to believe |
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That you're sitting here with me tonight |
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I know you're on the run, you shouldn't be here |
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But do you feel the fear |
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When you meet an old friend and the enemy's near |
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It's strange we always go to church on Sundays |
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After getting right out of it on a Saturday night |
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And if we stay here too long, I know that we'll quarrel |
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And end up having a fight |
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Just a couple of losers putting the world to right |
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Just two people having a beer |
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But on either side there is so much anger |
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And so much fear |
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Just two people trying to get by |
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But we're torn apart |
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Because of different pressures |
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From different sides |
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I hear you're on the run from law and order |
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But you had to show up |
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'Cos you knew it was a matter of pride |
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But beliefs aside, religion apart |
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Did you ever think about all the suffering you caused |
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And all the broken hearts? |
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The word is out that you are the informer |
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Who gave me away without so much as a fight |
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So be a good friend |
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And let me take you quietly without a fight |
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I'll be the one who's |
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Gonna take you home tonight |
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I'll be the one who's |
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Gonna take you home tonight |