| Song | Friends Hurt |
| Artist | We Are The City |
| Album | Violent |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| my home videos won't mean a thing in fifty years | |
| that day will come and all i've done will be rendered forgotten | |
| old vhs tapes — the broken arm and the baby — my first bike ride when my dad told me he wouldn't let go of the seat | |
| vhs videos — "here he is, the man of my dreams" — now those tapes that meant everything to me aren't even fit for a yard sale | |
| it hurts | |
| when friends are hurting | |
| my friends are hurting | |
| look below the surface — do you see the spawning salmon, unaware or well aware of their living and dying? | |
| feel the money magic — the forest like a couch — can you forget those days of vast daring, lone poplar, and five dollar bills? |
| my home videos won' t mean a thing in fifty years | |
| that day will come and all i' ve done will be rendered forgotten | |
| old vhs tapes the broken arm and the baby my first bike ride when my dad told me he wouldn' t let go of the seat | |
| vhs videos " here he is, the man of my dreams" now those tapes that meant everything to me aren' t even fit for a yard sale | |
| it hurts | |
| when friends are hurting | |
| my friends are hurting | |
| look below the surface do you see the spawning salmon, unaware or well aware of their living and dying? | |
| feel the money magic the forest like a couch can you forget those days of vast daring, lone poplar, and five dollar bills? |
| my home videos won' t mean a thing in fifty years | |
| that day will come and all i' ve done will be rendered forgotten | |
| old vhs tapes the broken arm and the baby my first bike ride when my dad told me he wouldn' t let go of the seat | |
| vhs videos " here he is, the man of my dreams" now those tapes that meant everything to me aren' t even fit for a yard sale | |
| it hurts | |
| when friends are hurting | |
| my friends are hurting | |
| look below the surface do you see the spawning salmon, unaware or well aware of their living and dying? | |
| feel the money magic the forest like a couch can you forget those days of vast daring, lone poplar, and five dollar bills? |