I think back to the time

When I wouldn't drink wine

And they taught me wrong from right

And black and white

Like death and the grave

Some things never change

And I'll never let it rest until I die



Chorus:

The fine art of friendship

Meaning of love

Understanding

Growing old



I wanna love someone special

Till death do us part

To have one and need no other

Sometimes I cry

Stumbling through my youth

Cause I've loved so much

Yet so little



Chorus:

The fine art of friendship

Meaning of love

Understanding

Growing old



Solo



Chorus:

The fine art of friendship

Meaning of love

Understanding

Growing old



I think back to the time

When I wouldn't drink wine

And they taught me right and wrong

Black and white

Like death and the grave

Ooooh, she never changed

And I'll never let it rest until I die










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