He spent the week at his friend’s house
It had been ages since they’d been in touch
The weekend passed in a drunken haze
It felt good, like the old days
I lied you’re not so different today
Don’t go so far away
And without you my life is boring
Anyway
They went down to the station on sunday
He felt sad as the train pulled away
He wished that it would never end
He knew he’d never see him again
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