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Couldn't get him to show me the secret handshakeThough he hadn't been to the Mason hall in forty yearsHe wouldn't let me wear his ring or his fez or anythingIt's just the one thing he'd keep, the one thing he'd keepThe one thing he figured he'd keep for himselfWouldn't give me the ride to South Pearl Street'Cause he didn't want me running with the people down thereAnd when I asked him why, he said he's from a different timeAnd he's the last one I thought, the last one I thoughtThe last one that I thought would disappoint meLoaded up his car on a snow day for some skiingBut the state police warned us not to drive anywhereSo I had to switch gears and reduce him to tearsAnd it's the people you break, the people you breakThe people you break who know you the bestAnd it's the people you break, the people you breakThe people you break that know you the bestAnd it's the people you break, the people you breakThe people you break who know you the best From Letras Mania