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"And with these drinks I plan to collapse and forget this wasted year,
these wasted years. Devoted friends, they disappear. I'm sorry about the phone call and needing you, some decisions you don't make. I guess it's like breathing and not wanting to, there are somethings that you can't fake. I guess that it is typical to cling to memories you'll never get back again and to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago, or a friend you used to know. and there, below his frozen face, you wrote the name and that ancient date and you can't believe he is really gone when all that's left is a fucking song. I'm sorry about the phone call and waking you, i know that it is late. But thank you for talking because i needed to, some things just can't wait."
these wasted years. Devoted friends, they disappear. I'm sorry about the phone call and needing you, some decisions you don't make. I guess it's like breathing and not wanting to, there are somethings that you can't fake. I guess that it is typical to cling to memories you'll never get back again and to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago, or a friend you used to know. and there, below his frozen face, you wrote the name and that ancient date and you can't believe he is really gone when all that's left is a fucking song. I'm sorry about the phone call and waking you, i know that it is late. But thank you for talking because i needed to, some things just can't wait."