Fine Art of Friendship - текст песни
Fine Art of Friendship
I think back to the time when i wouldnt drink wine and They taught me wrong and right and black and white like death and the grave Some things never change and ill never let it rest until i die i wanna love Someone special til death do us part to have one and need no other sometimes i Cry stumbling through my youth cause ive loved so much yet so little the fine Art of friendship meaning of love understanding growing old
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