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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