i think back to the time
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when i wouldnt drink wine
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and they taught me wrong and right
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and black and white
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like death and the grave
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some things never change
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and ill never let it rest until i die
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i wanna love someone special til death do us part
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to have one and need no other
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sometimes i cry stumbling through my youth
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cause ive loved so much
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yet so little
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the fine art of friendship
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meaning of love
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understanding
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growing old
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Fine Art Of Friendship
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| King's X |
