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Rainbows And Pots Of Gold

I heard ya doing well
Selling art and everything
I like ya stuff good for you
Iíll buy a piece or maybe two

Do you ever think of me?
Díya remember all our stupid dreams?
Rainbows and pots of gold
So much to prove before we got old

I took you places round the world
I miss ya face sometimes ya know
You took my picture a thousand times
Iíll buy them back I donít mind

I lost my way but found my track
Iím sorry if I never listened back
Iíve been around Iíve been up and down
And you missed the one we dressed like clowns

Howís ya cars? Howís ya life?
Howís my friend? Whenís she gonna be ya wife?
Iím sitting up writing down
Things I sometimes dream about

I knew ya number off by heart
Thatís the only one I liked to talk
It wasnít me using you
I trusted you one of the few

And we had some laughs had some rows
But in the end the walls came down
Youíd like the place Iím living now
Itís a shame you canít come around

And Iíve grown a lot since we last spoke
Got myself together fixed what was broke
I wonder if weíll talk again
Drink together just like then

I suppose itís different now itís new
Whoever points the finger at who?
I really hope ya happy both of you
And maybe sometimes you miss me too
Aah...

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