He spent the week at his friend's house It had been ages since they'd been in touch The weekend passed in a drunken haze It felt good, like the old days
I lied you're not so different today Don't go so far away And without you my life is boring Anyway
They went down to the station on sunday He felt sad as the train pulled away He wished that it would never end He knew he'd never see him again
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