| And now for Miss Lucy Nation
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| Of fifty two La Shaft street
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| London west two
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| For her son Stan, now serving in the Lebanon
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| We have a number about something everybody needs
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| Friends, ow
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| As the twilight leads the way
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| For darkness over earth descending
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| No ones there to welcome home
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| The lonely one who’s journeys ending
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| Nothing but the memories
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| That linger in the mind forever
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| Memories of precious things
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| But meaningless till we’re together
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| Where are the friends
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| That I thought would be here
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| Maybe they’ve all lost their way
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| Or was I wrong when I thought them sincere
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| Have they forgotten the day
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| Comrades of my childhood
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| In adventures of our minds creation
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| Growing up as close as brothers
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| With no thoughts of separation
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| But it came and I believe
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| Our plan to meet again was honest
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| Did the years in passing
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| Wear away the meaning of the promise
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| Where are the friends
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| That I thought would be here
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| Maybe they’ve all lost their way
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| Or was I wrong when I thought them sincere
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| Have they forgotten the day
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| And if I say will we all meet again
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| If they remember to come
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| Just one old friend who would kindly explain
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| Why I’m the only one
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| As the twilight leads the way
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| For darkness over earth descending
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| No ones there to welcome home
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| The lonely one who’s journeys ending
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| Nothing but the memories
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| That linger in the mind forever
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| Memories of precious things
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| But meaningless till we’re together
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| Where are the friends (where are the friends)
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| Ah where are the friends |