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Billy was a good friend of mine |
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We grew up together ever since we were nine |
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We went to school, he was my best friend |
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And i thought our friendship would never end |
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In high school he played football |
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And me, i didn't do anything at all |
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He made touch-downs, while i played pool |
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And no one could figure out which one of us was the fool |
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Then we both went to collage |
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He studied medicine while i studied foliage |
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He got a's and i got d's |
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He was going for his ph.d. |
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Then i decided to drop out |
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Things were getting a little too hot |
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Billy stayed there, became an intern and then a doctor |
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Then war broke out and he had to go |
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But not me, i was mentally unfit, or so they say, so, so |
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When he came back, he wasn't quite the same |
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His nerves were shot, but not me |
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Last time i saw him, i couldn't take it anymore |
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He wasn't the billy i knew, it was like talking to a door |
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Billy was a friend of mine |
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I grew up with him ever since i was nine |
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We went together through school |
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And now i often wonder, which one of us was the fool |