[00:00.42]Old Friends
[00:14.52]Old friends, old friends,
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[00:22.77]Sat on their parkbench like bookends
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[00:27.90]A newspaper blown through the grass
[00:31.58]on Falls the round toes
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[00:34.76]of the high shoes of the old friends
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[00:42.32]Old friends, winter companions, the old men
[00:50.11]Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
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[00:58.69]The sounds of the city sifting through trees
[01:03.32]Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
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[01:13.87]Can you imagine us years from today,
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[01:18.44]Sharing a parkbench quietly
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[01:23.12]How terribly strange to be sevent
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[01:29.19]Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
[01:37.44]Silently sharing the same fears