Back a couple years,
You promised forty beers, and when we got to you,
You drank them all, but that's alright now.
A couple years have passed,
I thought our plans would last and promises would hold true
But they're all ruined, you moved away and left the group.
A call would make my year, ain't that sad to hear?
Now I've got forty beers waiting for you here.
You got my hopes up, now let them down.
I see it all so clear,
Like looking in a mirror, and what I see
Has nothing in common with the semblance of a memory that we both forgot.
Your brother took your place,
You're the same in many ways, and many days
The resemblance is uncanny, so it's easy to forget.
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