And in the end, the things that hold you in Are 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, its gossamer thin Ah, but then again Theres nothing like a friend Who can drive you round the bend Well 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, its gossamer thin And in the end, theres 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, its gossamer thin And in the end, theres nothing like a friend
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