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Burning Candles At Both Ends


 


He was a friend of mine


For a couple of years,


Our friendship formed 


Over ciggies and beers,


And chatting up birds


And raucous nights


And standing back to back


In the event of fights.


 


We had an arrangement


With the bar we used,


Out beer on credit,


That we never abused


Every two weeks


When payday came around 


Everybody knew where 


We could be found.


 


Standing at Elli's bar 


We patiently waited


Whilst our tally was


Carefully calculated.


With the account settled


That was when


With the first drink


Our tally started off again.


 


We were last  leave


Every drinking night


And I swear sometimes


It was almost first light.


When his postings came 


We said goodbye


Promised to keep in touch


But we never did try.


 


Fora little while


I tried to carry on


But it wasn't the same


With him being gone. 


I heard he carried on


Just the same


And now and again


I'd hear his name.


 


I'm pretty certain 


By now he's dead


But he stays alive 


Here in my head.


He was my mate


The best of friends


When we burned our


Candles at both ends 



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Burning Candles At Both Ends