It’s been a year since we’ve spoken
there’s no one to blame
My life here is quite useless
but all and all it’s the same
I have letters for you on the table
But they are 3 weeks stale
Not much new has happened
I just talk to myself
But soon we’ll meet in the Island
And have a drink again
soon we’ll meet my friend
Bang our Glasses Again
I dreamed I lay in a coffin
And nobody came
The preacher stopped speaking
He never mentioned my name
But I didn’t care, no I didn’t care
I thought maybe I’d see my friend
Waiting for me up there
soon I'd see my friend
And bang our glasses again
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