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    October 11, 2009

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    Here's a Phish Song that reminds me of you and your bday.

    Happy happy oh my friend
    Blow out candles once again
    Leave the presents all inside
    Take my hand and let's take a ride

    Backwards down the number line
    You were eight and I was nine
    Do you know what happened then
    Do you know why we're still friends

    Laughing all these many years
    We've pushed through hardships tasted tears
    We made a promise one to keep
    I can still recite it in my sleep

    Every time a birthday comes
    Call your friend and sing a song
    Or whisper it in to his ears
    Or write it down just don't miss a year

    You decide what it contains
    How long it goes
    But this remains
    The only rule is it begins
    Happy happy oh my friend

    You decide what it contains
    How long it goes
    But this remains
    The only rule is it begins

    And all my friends come
    Backwards down the number line

    All my friends come
    Backwards down the number line

    All my friends come
    Backwards down the number line

    All my friends

    You decide what it contains
    How long it goes
    But this remains
    The only rule is it begins
    Happy happy oh my friend

    You decide what it contains
    How long it goes
    But this remains
    The only rule is it begins

    And all my friends come
    Backwards down the number line

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