Manchester morning, Picadilly calling
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I ask myself what is it to be free
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Free from sorrow, love's tomorrow
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Oh if I had a key how different it could be.
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We didn't have much money then
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But we were brave, we'd take each day
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And danger with a smile
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Well we couldn't see finality in our golden mile.
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And now we're just good friends
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Ooh and friends are things that ought to last forever
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Yeah we're just good friends
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But I don't see you no more
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You don't even call
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What kind of strange friendship is this
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One xxxxx evening when you'd were leaving
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Fly fly away my bird, fly off to find your son
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Soon come tomorrow, soon come the sorrow
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If you'd just stay for once, how different it would go
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I thought I saw you at the station today
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So you panicked and run, oh run you silly boy
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Run away, like the bird that got stuck in the skylight
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He can see it but he'll never reach the sky
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And now we're just good friends
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Ooh and friends are things that ought to last forever
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Yeah we're just good friends
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But I don't see you no more
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You don't even call
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What kind of strange friendship is this
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We used to be so different you and me
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We were lovers, and that's a fact
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And now I see, there's distance between you and me
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And I can't seem to face the fact
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Now that we're just good friends
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Ooh and friends are things that
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Ought to last forever
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Yeah we're just good friends
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But I don't see you no more
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You don't even call
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What kind of strange friendship is this
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Just Good Friends
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Hazel O'Connor |