We couldn't leave the woods 'til the bottle was done,
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Then we'd all go fishing in the dusk bitten sun.
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Not old enough to drive, but we knew if we could,
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We'd have all the women in our neighborhood.
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But we never thought that one of us would go away,
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No, we never dreamed that we might cry on teenage graves.
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The fairytale ends with the loss of our favorite friend.
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Well, the funeral was nice, or that's what you're supposed to say,
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We all sat together staring out into grey.
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It was hard to believe that out of five faithful friends,
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Four were left broken while one rode the wind.
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And the nights out on the town fell few and far between,
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Cause all we talked about was how great things used to be,
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Our innocence ends with the loss of our favorite friend.
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It seems like the best of us always fall to early grace,
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And the road will keep rolling on, but angels are hard to replace,
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I guess it was crazy luck, to have someone like that to lose,
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But he couldn't stay long, God must have missed him, too.
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Now Charlie is in college, and I hit the road,
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And Al is building churches in New Mexico,
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Steve is running from the law, but that's nothing new,
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We all say we'll meet back home but we never do.
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And the woods burned down long ago, the old neighborhood is gone,
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And I can't get drunk no more, cause I hate drinking alone.
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But I know in the end we'll get back to our favorite friends.
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Cause life is much better when it is shared with our favorite friends.
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Favorite Friends
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