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| When the old folk steal the future from the young folk, They will not forgive you. |
Hang around in easy air
Anytime a disagreement starts
Mutual feelings share despair
When a bust-up makes it difficult
For hidden reasons from a sleight
Where front doors take a second place
For backstop callers late at night
It would be nice if memories didn’t fade
On mutuality once respected
The selflessness of long-term friendship
Protected from the biased unexpected
The hand shake is a dodgy game
Skirting covenants navigated
A change of mind to suit the kind
Fat headed ego’s so inflated
Remember what we really must
Provide the best for all our young
It is their ladder we must help them climb
Not for us to grease each rung
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