Set sail for England,
three long years ago.
Times were not changing,
we could not stand still.
I can hear her loud and clear.
I wrote some words so she might hear.
Hey,
Mr. Man,
take a message to the station.
Ask for the girl without a destination.
Better friends have shared more tears.
Good friends always last four years.
Footprints of paper
explain the way I feel.
Sooner or later,
you'll see three years have been wasted.
Better friends have shared more tears.
Good friends always
last four years.
Hey,
Mr. Man,
take a message to the station.
Ask for the girl without a destination.
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