| I saw an old friend the other day
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| Been a while since I’d seen his face
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| He never settled for second best
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| He stood at the top looking down on the rest
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| Oh, it’s not real
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| Oh, it’s not real
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| He always seemed to have faith
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| But now the light had begun to fade
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| And he was stuck in a fight within
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| Couldn’t come back down from where he’d been
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| On the otherside, on the otherside
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| Shit’s always better on the otherside
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| On the otherside, on the otherside
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| There’s nothing over there on the otherside
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| I saw my old friend the other day
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| Hardly recognized his face
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| I did my best trying to pretend
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| But I could see that he’d reached the end
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| He said, «Do me a favor and don’t look back
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| Or sit around thinkin' bout what you don’t have»
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| On the otherside, on the otherside
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| Shit’s always better on the otherside
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| On the otherside, on the otherside
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| There’s nothing over there on the otherside
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| Oh, it’s not real
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| Oh, it’s not real
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| On the otherside, on the otherside
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| Shit’s always better on the otherside
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| On the otherside, on the otherside
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| There’s nothing over there on the otherside
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| Now my friend’s no longer here
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| I still remember his words so clear
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| Do me a favor and don’t look back
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| Look up around and see what you have |