Lyrics:
Old friends, old friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Old friends
Old friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
Newspaper blowin' through the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Old friends
Old friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blowin' through the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
waited for you
In the spot you said to wait
In the city, on a park bench
In the middle of the pouring rain
'Cause I adored you
I just wanted things
A sea of smile and a river of tears
A flood of memories
Imagination will take me back
on an Old Park Bench
Old Park Bench
Old Park Bench
Old Park
enough to hurt
Just as they please
If not for love I could be one of these
An old man on a park bench stares with envy
At a couple with their
Children
the gate and then I ran into the dark
He said he was an artist on his bench under a tree
He said he liked to see the stars but not on nights like these
Two
on a park bench, thinkin' to myself
"Hey, isn't this easy?"
And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town
I haven't seen it in a while since
short
I lost my mind
Sitting on a park bench
years away from fighting
to cut a long story short
I lost my mind
Standing in the dark
oh I was
On a park bench on sunny afternoon sat a young boy and a girl bout seventeen
As we stood so closely by watched them hold each other's hand
On their
on a park bench, thinkin' to myself
"Hey, isn't this easy?"
And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town
I haven't seen it in a while since
On the park bench I slept on raindrops are fallin' on the newspapers coverin' me
I hear early morning motors and I know the world is waking for
Oh on a park bench in the middle of July
We sat and watched the children play
If it was the heat or the noise
He didn't have too much to say
Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls with bad intent
Snots running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey, Aqualung
Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls with bad intent
Snots running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey, Aqualung
Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls with bad intent
Snots running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey, Aqualung
to show
Just how much that we love them so
One bright springtime morning
I over heard an elderly lady's voice
As I walked by her bench she told her friends
of cold feet all the lovers complain
You turn up the heat down on lover's lane
The bench in the park is alone in the dark
So, little Jack Frost get lost,
of gold and bread
And I'll sleep for eternity in my white satin bed
Well I never had no soft warm bed before just a cold park bench or a boxcar floor
complain
You turn up the heat down on lover's lane
The bench in the park is alone in the dark
So, little Jack Frost get lost, get lost
Little Jack Frost
Don't you even start to pout
Here is a very simple sample
Now I took a stroll with a boy in the park
We found a bench in a spot that was dark
time I lie in the booth
Is when I sleep in it
Record twenty-four hours
These niggas better get they bars up
I bench press this rap stuff
Got it locked
of lying to you
They telling a lie
The only time I lie in the booth
Is when I sleep in it record 24 hours
These niggas better get they bars up
I bench press
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