Hello my friend, it's good to see you again
The skies are grey, my palette has been washed by the rain
Will flowers always be in bloom? The sun must give way to the moon
When morning dawns, I know my help will come soon
Hello my friend, it's good to see you again
I'm quite afraid of people who look at me and say
Shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush
Did the voices ever go away? Poor things, like they're here to stay
So walk with me my friend for yet another day
Will the voices ever go away? Perhaps they're really here to stay
So walk with me my friend for yet another day
Hello my friend, it's good to see you again
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