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All my friends, they all live in pain |
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Longing for the warmth of childhood to bring them home again |
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All my friends, they got broken hearts |
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And if the world's a stage we're searching for our parts |
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We'll face the winds that break the strongest of trees |
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Beckon for the sweet soft summer breeze |
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All my friends, they got broken wings |
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Never will you hear them asking why the caged bird sings |
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'Cause all my friends they know how to live |
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Oh, so much sorrow and so much love to give |
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We'll face the winds that break the strongest of trees |
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Beckon for the sweet soft summer breeze |
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And oh now we all know that the storm is coming |
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Everybody wants to know which way to go |
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I see the crowds a running and oh the wind's gonna blow |
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All my friends are dear to me |
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Oh when the storm comes they're as close as family |
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All my friends are the ones I choose |
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Oh, if I hear them knockin' you know I can't refuse |
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We'll face the winds that break the strongest of trees |
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Beckon for the sweet soft summer breeze |
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All my friends |
