歌词
I think back to the time when I wouldnât drink wine
And they taught me right and wrong and black and white
Like death and the grave, some things never change
And I'll never let it rest until I die
The fine art of friendship
Meaning of love
Understanding
Growing old
I want to love someone special 'till death do us part
To have one and need no other
Sometimes I cry stumbling through my youth
'Cause I've loved so much, yet so little
The fine art of friendship
Meaning of love
Understanding
Growing old
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I think back to the time when I wouldnât drink wine
And they taught me right and wrong and black and white
Like death and the grave, she never changed
I'll never let it rest until I die