It's not...yesterday...anymore I go visiting, I talk loud I try to make myself clear In front...of a face...that's nearer Than it's ever been before Not this close before Nearer than before Not this close before
It is...is a million...years ago I hear music...and it sounds like bells I feel like my head is high I wish...i could meet...every one Meet them all over again Bring them up to my room Meet them all over again Everyone's up in my room
And now...now I'm busy...busy again I feel like sitting down but I'm still thinking...thinking about my friends In my garden...moments But now I'm speaking out Speaking about my friends Now I'm speaking out Thinking about my friends
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