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Walking down the hill |
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To find the last time I saw you |
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Trying everywhere |
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I thought that somewhere I'd find you |
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The world is turning |
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Concerned that I won't find |
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I lost a friend |
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I left him somewhere round here |
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He lives in faces and streets |
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And in the memories of something good |
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And people say, I won the game |
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But something brings me back here |
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I'll never see him again |
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Except in memory of someone good |
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Calling distant friends |
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The numbers disconnected |
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Walking every street |
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The bars you once frequented |
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I've searched the phone book |
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There's nowhere left to look |
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And hope that you'll be there |
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I lost a friend |
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I left him somewhere round here |
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He lives in faces and streets |
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And in the memories of something good |
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And in the end, I won the game |
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But something brings me back here |
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I'll never see him again |
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Except in memory of someone good |
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I'll never see him again |
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Except in memory of someone good |
