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