friends are furthest away
And I got one that's laying
And if I had a little money
I'd be right there after you
We don't speak as often as we should
We promise and we cross our hearts
When you're tired and forgetful
When the time difference is killing you
Oh, you're not in the mood
Won't you please help me find it, friend
But they might as well be
They have got children to feed
One by one we quietly slip right out of sight
to oversee and execute the
we joyfully retreat clutching
we drift off from the fleet,
we drift off from the fleet.
Some friends will slip right off
But real friends are joined
It has been spinning from the start
and it will spin on to the end
These threads are made from memories
These threads are made from love
And all those little secrets
that no one else gets told
These threads are made from laughter
And the feeling that we're home
that we will always be connected
no matter, no matter how we roam
no matter, no matter how we
Oh won't you help me find it
Oh won't you help me find it
Oh won't you help me find it
Oh won't you help me find it
Oh, won't you help me find it
Oh, won't you help me find it
Oh, won't you help me find it?
Oh won't you help me find it
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