Around the corner i have a friend
In this great city that has no end.
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on
And before i know it, a year is gone.
And i never see my old friend's face
For life is a swift and terrible race.
He knows i like him just as well
As in the days when i rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we are younger then
And now we are busy tired man.
Tired of playing foolish game
Tired of trying make a name.
Tomorrow i say i'll call on him
Just to show that i am thinking of him.
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner yet miles away
Here is a telegram he is died today
And that is what we get and deserve in the end
Around the corner a vanished friend.
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