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I think back to the time When I wouldn't drink wine And they taught me wrong from right And black and white Like death and the grave Some things never change And I'll never let it rest until I die
Chorus: The fine art of friendship Meaning of love Understanding Growing old
I wanna love someone special Till death do us part To have one and need no other Sometimes I cry Stumbling through my youth Cause I've loved so much Yet so little
Chorus: The fine art of friendship Meaning of love Understanding Growing old
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Chorus: The fine art of friendship Meaning of love Understanding Growing old
I think back to the time When I wouldn't drink wine And they taught me right and wrong Black and white Like death and the grave Ooooh, she never changed And I'll never let it rest until I die
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