It’s a never ending cycle
Until it ends in the end
You are not my rival
You are my friend my friend
So why can’t we see
Eye to eye
All the years goner
Have gotta mean something
We used to walk in Central Park
Holding hands lying in the grass
Drinks with friends after dark
Why couldn’t we just make it last
At the movies in the afternoon
Then back home to read and fight
Those perfect days are gone too soon
Wish we could be be that young tonight
Everything was straight ahead
Problems sorted out in bed
Every dream were words we’d said
Hearts be one and blood is red
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