Remember that time? With the place.
You know... where everywhere was a disaster.
Where the drinks were too sour
and the places were too swank.
Remember that time? With the lady.
You know... the crazy one driving the cab.
Our own personal radio disk jockey,
traveling this way and that way.
Remember that time? With the fight.
You know... the drunkards looking to throw down.
Nobody messes with one of us;
we've got each others' backs.
Remember that time?
You know... when it didn't matter what we did or where.
But what mattered was who were were with
and the memories that were made.
That's what I remember.
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