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Nothing Like a FriendAnd in the end, the things that hold you inAre gossamer thin, disappeared with the wind Will these city streets remember us? We walked them long ago Blown apart by a bitter wind that took us far from home And in the end, it's gossamer thin Ah, but then again, There's nothing like a friend Who can drive you 'round the bend, We'll be lovers 'til the end Will these city streets remember us? We walked them long ago Blown apart by a bitter wind that took us far from home And in the end, it's gossamer thin And in the end, there's nothing like a friend Will these city streets remember us? We walked them long ago Blown apart by a bitter wind that took us far from home And in the end, it's gossamer thin And in the end, there's nothing like a friend |