When I woke up in my flat
Realised I left my hat
I recall you lost our bet
My dear friend
I always thought that she would leave
You concurred, she was a tease
Some things you just can´t believe
My dear friend
My old friend, I've got to say
You will find another way
It's clear, she's walked
Right out on you
My old friend, I understand
You´ll just have to change your plans
I don't think there's much more I can do
As the hours went racing by
I tried to find some alibi
To help out this chum of mine
My dear friend
Realise it's not your fault
Let your eyes fill up with salt
Have another single malt
My dear friend
My old friend, I've got to say
You will find another way
It's clear, she's walked
Right out on you
My old friend, I understand
You´ll just have to change your plans
I don't think there's much more I can do
We got so drunk singing Glory
Hallelujah, I'm not sorry
On the way home, late night curry
My dear friend
Trust me, you don't have to hurry
There'll be others, don't you worry
Soon you'll forget the whole story
My dear friend
My old friend, I've got to say
You will find another way
It's clear, she's walked
Right out on you
My old friend, I understand
You'll just have to change your plans
I don't think there's much more I can do
The Victorians - My Dear Friend Lyrics
The Victorians - My Dear Friend Lyrics
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When I woke up in my flat
Realised I left my hat
I recall you lost our bet
My dear friend
I always thought that she would leave
You concurred, she was a tease
Some things you just can´t believe
My dear friend
My old friend, I've got to say
You will find another way
It's clear, she's walked
Right out on you
My old friend, I understand
You´ll just have to change your plans
I don't think there's much more I can do
As the hours went racing by
I tried to find some alibi
To help out this chum of mine
My dear friend
Realise it's not your fault
Let your eyes fill up with salt
Have another single malt
My dear friend
My old friend, I've got to say
You will find another way
It's clear, she's walked
Right out on you
My old friend, I understand
You´ll just have to change your plans
I don't think there's much more I can do
We got so drunk singing Glory
Hallelujah, I'm not sorry
On the way home, late night curry
My dear friend
Trust me, you don't have to hurry
There'll be others, don't you worry
Soon you'll forget the whole story
My dear friend
My old friend, I've got to say
You will find another way
It's clear, she's walked
Right out on you
My old friend, I understand
You'll just have to change your plans
I don't think there's much more I can do
Realised I left my hat
I recall you lost our bet
My dear friend
I always thought that she would leave
You concurred, she was a tease
Some things you just can´t believe
My dear friend
My old friend, I've got to say
You will find another way
It's clear, she's walked
Right out on you
My old friend, I understand
You´ll just have to change your plans
I don't think there's much more I can do
As the hours went racing by
I tried to find some alibi
To help out this chum of mine
My dear friend
Realise it's not your fault
Let your eyes fill up with salt
Have another single malt
My dear friend
My old friend, I've got to say
You will find another way
It's clear, she's walked
Right out on you
My old friend, I understand
You´ll just have to change your plans
I don't think there's much more I can do
We got so drunk singing Glory
Hallelujah, I'm not sorry
On the way home, late night curry
My dear friend
Trust me, you don't have to hurry
There'll be others, don't you worry
Soon you'll forget the whole story
My dear friend
My old friend, I've got to say
You will find another way
It's clear, she's walked
Right out on you
My old friend, I understand
You'll just have to change your plans
I don't think there's much more I can do
Writer: Alasdair Bouch
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