It's been a month of Sundays
since the last time that I saw your face
So many years behind me
that I don't even remember the place.
Rushing by me like the wind
and a space ship headed for Mars
the only memories I have of you my friend
are your cries your tears and your scars.
Though it's such a small world after all
you disappeared just like Houdini
a building brought down by a wreaking ball
when was the last time you seen me.
Rushing by me like the wind
and a space ship headed for Mars
the only memories I have of you my friend
are your cries your tears and your scars.
Just today you came back into focus
but like a torn and faded photograph
it took a little bit of hocus pocus
to remember your smile and your laugh.
Rushing by me like the wind
and a space ship headed for Mars
the only memories I have of you my friend
are your cries your tears and your scars.
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