| People, I don't understand them |
| Never can and never could |
| The more I get to know them |
| The less I think I should |
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| They don't mean the things they say |
| Or say the things they mean |
| You got to try and find the message |
| Somewhere in between |
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| But songs are such good things |
| They never change their tunes |
| They fill up lonesome evenings |
| And empty afternoons |
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| Songs make such easy friends |
| All you do is sing along |
| And you can't stay a stranger to a song |
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| Everyone seems to be movin' |
| Movin' up or movin' on |
| Just when you try to touch them |
| That's when you find they're gone |
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| We pass through each others lives |
| Then fade into the past |
| You just don't know who to believe in |
| No one seems to last |
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| But songs are such good things |
| They never change their tunes |
| They fill up lonesome evenings |
| And empty afternoons |
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| Songs make such easy friends |
| All you do is sing along |
| And you can't stay a stranger to a song |
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| Old songs |
| New songs |
| Bright songs |
| Blue songs |
| Sweet songs |
| Soul songs |
| Good ole rock and roll |
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| Songs are such good things |
| They never change their tunes |
| They fill up lonesome evenings |
| And empty afternoons |
|
| Songs make such easy friends |
| All you do is sing along |
| And you can't stay a stranger to a song |
|
| Songs are such good things |
| They never change their tunes |
| They fill up lonesome evenings |
| And empty afternoons |
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