What a memory I got here in my head
Not just a memory of a very good friend
How sad it was to see you go
I could not even hide between these words what I felt inside
Still I stood there and watched you go
America became the silent killer creeping in and taking you away
From the streets of our childhood
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Whispering sandstorms talk to me
Remember the days spent dancing down the road
We were careless and free and ready to make a start
Now we are worlds apart
What a memory that waits for me when I got to bed
I close my eyes and I see you once more inside my head
Not just a memory or a movie in my head
But that feeling that was once so good
Before you outgrew the streets of our childhood
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