LYRICS
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Got a message last nightCame through loud and clearCalled you right backBut there's no one thereSounded so sadTried the other phoneEither you're goneOr you're all aloneThe tone of your voiceSounded so weirdLike you've been drinkingAfter all these yearsSent me to thinkingAbout those bad good old daysAll the corners we cutAnd all the halls we playedSins that we stoleThe hell we raisedSpite of it allThe music we playedThe music God madeRemember those sistersWith the shiny black hairOne fell in loveOne didn't dareSounded so sweetOne high, one lowWhere are they now?Nobody knowsStill got some picturesYou still got my shirtYou know the oneI let you wear to workRemember that nightWe both nearly criedSinging that songSomebody diesSomebody diedShow that you noticedStill out on the roadSinging them songsTo bring it all back homeI give you a shoutWhen you're somewhere nearYou could come on outIt's not far from hereYou could come on outAnd you might even playJust one more timeFor old times' sakeFor old times' sake
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