The Ultracheese

Still got pictures of friends on the wall
 I suppose we aren't really friends anymore
 Maybe I shouldn't ever have called
 That thing friendly at all
 Get freaked out from a knock at the door
 When I haven't been expecting one
 Didn't that used to be part of the fun
 Once upon a time?
 We'll be there, at the back of the bar
 In a booth like we usually were
 Every time there was a rocket launch
 Or some big event
 What a death! I died writing that song
 Start to finish, with you looking on
 It stays between us, Steinway, and his sons
 'Cause it's the ultracheese
 Perhaps it's time that you went for a walk
 Dressed like a fictional character
 From a place they called America
 In the golden age
 Trust the politics to come along
 When you were just trying to orbit the sun
 When you were just about to be kind to someone
 Because you had the chance
 I've still got pictures of friends on the wall
 I might look as if I'm deep in thought
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 But the truth is I'm probably not
 If I ever was
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 Oh, the dawn won't stop weighing a tonne
 I've done some things that I shouldn't have done
 But I haven't stopped loving you once