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Heading down an old highway
Forgotten friends playing on my mind
Some have stayed through thick and thin
Others left with a passing smile
I can still remember
How you used to hold me close
And sit around that fireside
Telling stories from the coast
All those memories
The're still taunting me
I can hear them say
Give it a miss, but don't you give it away
Give it a miss, but don't you give it away
Chasing dreams down that railway line
With some friends back in 89
Things all seemed so different then
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
I can still remember
How you used to hold me close
We'd sit around the fire side
Telling stories, raising ghosts
All those memories
They're still taunting me
I can hear them say
Give it a miss, but don't give it way
Give it a miss, but don't you, give it away
Taking it easy
For the first time in my life
Nothing seems like, what it was
Sacred feelings
And subtle nuances, i'm told
You can hear them, when your growing old
Heading down and old high way
Forgotten friends playing, on my mind
Some stayed through thick and thin
Others left with a passing smile
I can still remember
How you used to hold me close
And sit around that fire side
Telling stories
Through the night