Yeah, old friend
It's you and me again
Me and you
And all these keys
Which my fingers strike
Sometimes lazily
Sometimes in anger
You and me
The cigarette
The booze
You with your screen
Which never shows what I wanna see
The ink fading on your tatoos
(I did those to you)
But they fade away
To show me
Every moment is neverlasting
That's why they're so precious
Now I shut the lid
And give you and me
The rest we both deserve
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