Good to see you 'round here
Old pal, old friend
Just falling through
The rice paper map of your life
And the bye-bye days
You polish off your gin
Faster than the dregs of my beer
So queer you're sittin' here
Where the heck have you been?
Old pal, old friend
I ain't seen you
Since the virgin days
Scared again
You pull time out of my breath
Old pal, old friend
A hundred years
Blow through me when I see you
Won't you take my arm
You stole away when you were fresh
Old pal, old friend
Now you seem so old
Your worn out spirit all skinny
Take a deep deep breath
I wanna hold you to the moon
Old pal, old friend
And the weight you bear
Won't seem so heavy today
Won't you stay a little
While longer
So glad you're sittin' here
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