
JOHAN, GABRIEL & SIMON â FROM THEN TO NOW ð [Intro â Female, softly] Who could have known that first hello would mean so much as years would go? [Male] We took different roads, but here we are, with memories that never feel too far. [Both] Johan, Gabriel and Simon, us three, so much left to share, so much left to see. [Verse 1 â Male] At Nolhaga School in AlingsÃ¥s, thatâs where our paths first came across. I was in eighth grade, you were starting seven, thatâs when I first met you, Gabriel. [Female] Between the lessons and the passing days, a friendship grew in little ways. We couldnât see what lay ahead, or all the memories weâd make instead. [Pre-Chorus â Male] A first hello can seem so small that day. [Female] You never know how long a friend might stay. [Both] The years go by, so many things are new, but youâve got me, and Iâve got you. [Chorus â Both] Johan, Gabriel and Simon, from our first hello to where we stand. Life can take us down different roads, but we still reach out a hand. From the school hallways to a message on my phone, thereâs always something new to say, a story to be told. When our Snapchat group lights up again, itâs the three of us, picking up where we left off, my friends. [Verse 2 â Female] Simon, I came to try the business course, wondering if it could be my path. That was when I first met you, a friendship starting somewhere new. [Male] Then I changed my mind, chose the arts instead, another classroom, another road ahead. But changing plans didnât change us two, I found a different course and kept a friend in you. [Pre-Chorus â Female] Something I was only there to tryâ [Male] brought a friend whoâs still here by my side. [Both] The years go by, so many things are new, but youâve got me, and Iâve got you. [Chorus â Both] Johan, Gabriel and Simon, from our first hello to where we stand. Life can take us down different roads, but we still reach out a hand. From the school hallways to a message on my phone, thereâs always something new to say, a story to be told. When our Snapchat group lights up again, itâs the three of us, picking up where we left off, my friends. [Verse 3 â Male] In twenty twenty-three, the day arrived, Simon and I stepped into brand-new lives. We graduated, our school days through, with years of memories and dreams to pursue. [Female] Gabriel, one year later came your day, your turn to graduate and find your way. We all left school, but one thing stayed: the friendship that weâd already made. [Bridge â Female, softly] Now weâve got our group where we keep in touch, a little message doesnât have to say much. [Male] We talk about life, the big things and small, how the day has been, or nothing much at all. [Female] From Nolhaga Schoolâ [Male] to trying something newâ [Both, building] to all the conversations weâre still having with you. So many little moments brought us here, with more to come through every passing year. [Final Chorus â Both, powerful and heartfelt] Johan, Gabriel and Simon, from our first hello to where we stand. Life can take us down different roads, but we still reach out a hand. From seventh grade and eighth grade, from business to the arts, to graduation days and all the things weâre yet to start. When our Snapchat group lights up again, I smile to see your names appear, my friends. [Outro â Male, softly] I was in eighth grade, you were starting seven. [Female] One day trying something new brought another friend. [Both] Now weâve got all these years to remember, and our story hasnât reached its end. Johan, Gabriel and Simon, us three, so much left to share, so much left to see.
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