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The moon flowers are just our's,
Blooming soon,
In the pitch black of the dust track,
Our holy tomb.
My best friend,
Every summer,
we'd pretend,
That we were brothers
Didn't know it then,
My best friend.
The town creek, waist deep,
Through April showers,
You cried when your gran died,
We talked for hours.
My best friend,
Every summer,
we'd pretend,
That we were brothers
Didn't know it then,
My best friend.
Skin and bone,
I found out when I left home,
That you and me,
Are branches on the same tree.
Skin and bone,
I found out when I left home,
That you and me,
Are branches on the same tree
(oh to be young again)
My best friend,
Every summer,
we'd pretend,
That we were brothers
Didn't know it then,
My best friend.