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Artist: Ryan Adams Album: Cold Roses Title: Friends
As pretty as a song A song could ever be Like Christmas on a river Without a boat or Christmas tree This afternoon with you was something like a letter The kind that someone writes but never sends And when you look at me You remind me that someday it's gonna end And when you pass on I bet you miss your friends
As simple as a breeze Tugging hard upon the sail Been moving through these streets forever From Istanbul to Amsterdam This afternoon with you was something like a letter The kind that someone writes but never sends And when you look at me You remind me that someday it's gonna end And when you pass on God, I bet you miss your friends
As pretty as a song A song could ever be Like Christmas on a river Without a boat or Christmas tree This afternoon with you was something like a letter The kind that someone writes but never sends And when you look at me You remind me that someday it's gonna end And when you pass on God, I bet you miss your friends Miss your friends God, I bet you miss your friends
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