If you grow tired of the friends you make In case you mean to say something else Say they were the best of times you ever had The best of times with the thoughtless kind
We dress conservatively at the best of times Prefer the shadows to the bright lights in the eyes Of the ones we love, the bright lights in the eyes of the ones we love
What we see, what we imagine the eyes tell us nothing The bright lights in the eyes of the one we love will tell you Nothing except that you're the thoughtless kind
If you grow tired of the friends you make Never ever turn your back on them Say they were the best of times you ever had The best of times with the thoughtless kind
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