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: x02220 / 577655 (easier to use the latter if it follows )
Losing touch with friends from home
Twenty one, Twenty two
These last few months I've been meaning to phone
Twenty two, twenty three
But every time I do it seems that I've got less to say to you
I only go home twice a year
Twenty three, twenty four
'Cause when I do it feels so wierd
Twenty four, twenty five
Nothing's quite the same except the Buckfast bottles in the rain
What do we do now?
Now we're ten years older
The bands we loved are dead
The bands we loved are dead
I'll always think of you whenever I smell cider
But it won't be the same again
We reminisce 'bout days long gone
Twenty one, Twenty two
We kicked about with Kappa tracksuits on
Twenty two, twenty three
But both our lives have changed and this conversation feels so strained
An awkward pause on the end of the line
Twenty three, twenty four
I've got to go but let's catch up some time
Twenty four, twenty five
but time falls by so fast and we can't keep living in the past
What do we do now?
Now we're ten years older
The bands we loved are dead
The bands we loved are dead
I'll always think of you whenever I smell cider
But it won't be the same again
What do we do now?
Now we're ten years older
The bands we loved are dead
The bands we loved are dead
I'll always think of you whenever I smell cider
But it won't be the same again
Do you still drink down the local?
Is the local still the local?
And do you still see much of Coia now he's moved in with his girlfriend?
Do you still drink down the local?
Is the local still the local?
And do you still see much of Coia now he's moved in with his girlfriend?