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    Once a week I do not know

    Who I’ll meet or who I’ll know


    Some are friends, some are not

    That though really matters not


    Because I know that we all share

    The addiction that has brought us there


    Where I once thought I was weak

    I find that I’m now proud to speak


    Of  things I’ve done, the things I do

    Of the past and of life anew


    Looking round the room I know

    That I’d be foolish not to go


    It’s the place I need to be

    Because it’s the place that sets me free


    Who’d have thought it, who’d have known

    From that room my life has grown

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