My friends are all starting to look old
You can see the lines where their smiles don't go
You can hang around when I want to be alone
Have I told you so?
I have told you so
You've got impossible dreams and you seem
To be holding your seams in the sweetness of an old
Sweet dream, and you have what all your friend's
Want to pay attention to, and you've got
What all you're friends won't pay attention to.
We're going to have to cover
All those things we can't clear - now we talk
For hours about the cost of the year
I heard you worked it out
With all those things that you hear
Have I told you so?
I have told you so
And i'm holding my hands at the airport
Watching you never arrive. Hearing the sounds
Of air and car traffic, i'm whistling "i will survive"
And i'm whispering all of the time.
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