Losing all my friends losing them to drinking and to driving
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Losing all my friends and I want them back
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Slipping out the back,
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Did you really think they wouldn't notice?
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Slipping out the back
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In the pouring rain
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He loved his wife
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Loved her and was faithful to her always
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Buried by the kids in the summer sun
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Praying for his life huddled in a brig all with his shipmates
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Praying for his life they dropped a bomb
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What you waiting for?
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Searching for your brother
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In an empty room across the hall
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Is he coming back?
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Listening at night
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Waiting for a sound to come up the stairs
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Listening at night
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For the slamming door in the car park
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Call him up this summer on the phone
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Need to know what it feels like again
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Summer skin
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Found another lover
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Telling me on the phone a line
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I'll call him up again
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Call him up again...
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Time he pulled his shades up
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Looking cross the ocean for a signal
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Waiting for a body in a open box
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They don't send you letters
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They telephone your innocent self
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They don't send you letters
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But you're waiting for them
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You write him. Yeah.
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Call him up this summer on the phone
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Need to know what it feels like again
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I'll call him up again
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Call him up this summer on the phone
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Need to know what it feels like again
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