Текст песни Reunions - Carly Simon
                                                (Carly 
                                                Simon)
 
                                    
                                
                                                First 
                                                one 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                city
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wearin′ 
                                                all 
                                                those 
                                                grass 
                                                stained 
                                                jeans
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nothing 
                                                is 
                                                forgotten, 
                                                everyone 
                                                is 
                                                pleased.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Someone 
                                                got 
                                                his 
                                                hair 
                                                cut
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                girls 
                                                have 
                                                lots 
                                                to 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                friends 
                                                had 
                                                felt 
                                                more 
                                                comfortable
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                it 
                                                worn 
                                                the 
                                                other 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                know 
                                                if 
                                                I′ll 
                                                see 
                                                you 
                                                again.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Next 
                                                one 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                house
 
                                    
                                
                                                Snow 
                                                is 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Photographs 
                                                and 
                                                wine 
                                                are 
                                                passed 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                Someone 
                                                toasts 
                                                an 
                                                absent 
                                                friend
 
                                    
                                
                                                Another 
                                                takes 
                                                his 
                                                seat
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                gather 
                                                round 
                                                the 
                                                dying 
                                                fire
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                circle's 
                                                not 
                                                complete
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                know 
                                                if 
                                                I′ll 
                                                see 
                                                you 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Last 
                                                one 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                highway
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wind 
                                                blows 
                                                through 
                                                thin 
                                                smiles
 
                                    
                                
                                                Someone 
                                                made 
                                                    a 
                                                wrong 
                                                turn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Missed 
                                                    a 
                                                joke 
                                                by 
                                                miles
 
                                    
                                
                                                Someone 
                                                got 
                                                their 
                                                hair 
                                                cut
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                tear 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                eye
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                no 
                                                one 
                                                even 
                                                comments 
                                                -
 
                                    
                                
                                                Except 
                                                to 
                                                say 
                                                ′goodbye'
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                don′t 
                                                know 
                                                if 
                                                I'll 
                                                see 
                                                you 
                                                again.
 
                                    
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