Satanic Surfers Separate Ways
Hey, what's up, it's always nice to see you, my old friend
Good to hear your voice again, you know, I think about you now and then but a little less each day
Think about you now and then but a little less each day
We stood there talking, laughing, looking back on times we shared
Times we never forget, how the hell did we end up here?
I guess somewhere along the way we made different choices, we made
Different choices
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You know, I still have your killing joke tapes and your psychic TV t-shirt
Why don't you come by some day and pick them up, he said
"We should get together sometime, talk about the old days" so I gave him my new number, thinking to myself he'll never call
And once again we went our separate ways
I'm still waiting, went our separate ways
[x2] Yeah, I'm still waiting
Still waiting for that call
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