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Old Friends

like bookends A newspaper blowin' through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old

silence, finding comfort together the way old friends do. After fights and words of violence we make up with each other the way old friends do. Times

bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes Of the old friends Old friends Winter companions, the old

I am a citizen of the planet I was born here I'm going to die here Come what may I am entitled by my birth To the treasures of the earth No one must be

In my little town I grew up believing God keeps His eye on us all And He used to lean upon me As I pledged allegiance to the wall Lord, I recall my little

Chorus: Slip sliding away, slip sliding away You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away Whoah and I know a man, he came from

Hey, schoolgirl in the second row The teacher's lookin' over So I got to whisper way down low To say, "Who bop a loo chi bop, let's meet after school

One, two, three Slow down, you move too fast You got to make the morning last Just kicking down the cobble stones Looking for fun and feelin' groovy

now Last night a stranger took my picture And then he, uh, he asked if I'd buy it Huh, I said, "I guess I don't know how" Old, old friends 4 sale Get